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💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn’t around?

(Sorry this took a while to get to! Also I tend to answer these best with the player in mind only, rather than some hypothetical person.)

Simon/Simone: They definitely will miss their significant other easily. When they're not around them, they're worrying. They lead dangerous lives and it's easier for them to deal with it when they're in charge because it's their job to keep their team safe. So, they're going to be pacing a little more, scowling intermittently, and a bit sharp in their orders. They'll eventually decide on distracting themselves with a good book, playing chess, training... Anything to stimulate the mind so it isn't being stimulated by you.

Rain: Rain's pretty carefree, so it'll take a bit longer for them to feel your absence. But eventually, the absence of security they find in you when you're around will start to fester somewhat. They start missing the little things first. Like the confidence your smile instils in them, or how subconsciously swap sides with them when you're walking so you're closer to the road. Then, Rain's going to start moping, which is a rare enough sight on its own, haha.

Taj: Taj will absolutely deny it, but they will absolutely miss the MC. When they're in an established relationship anyway, haha. If possible, Taj's moods become even more sour in the player's absence. You damn well better not be off enjoying yourself without them because they're going to hold it against you, haha.

Nazu/Naera: Not at first. They might flippantly ask one of the other's where you are so as not to come across as caring about the answer. Then, shrug and walk away because they absolutely do not care. All whilst tapping their foot, staring out the window, and looking at the clock. They don't care. They really don't.

Umbra: Yes, lol. Umbra is going to be the most obvious with this. Umbra will absolutely drive everyone else to madness with incessant questions about where you are, if you're safe, whether you took a weapon of some kind, etc... Then, when they run out of questions, they're going to start muttering to themself about whether you're actually safe, whether you actually have something to defend yourself with... You could be having dinner with your best friend, and they're going to have the same level of concern.

(Thanks for the ask!)

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 1 year

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My Fish Dawn! My Fish!

This is so stupid but I love Anders and was so upset when Ty killed his fish. I also love the platonic relationship between Anders and Dawn. @deanobingo

Platonic Anders and Dawn

Warnings: Drunk Anders and dead fish pets

Words: 1648

Anders drunkenly calls Dawn over and she tucks him into bed.

Tonight, however, was not one of those careful nights he was out parting or softening up a new client.

After a day of Frigg hunting that turned out to be a major bust, finding Thor who was as mad as the hatter, a date with a goddess that left him high and dry and a fight that left him in the bad books with his grandfather for breaking his surfboard and with a swollen and bloody nose that made his head pound every time he breathed, he figured he could use a drink. A strong one.

His rotten day got even worse when he finally made it home, went to grasp the handle of his fridge to grab a beer, only to find it wasn’t there.

Honestly at that stage he wanted to give up and go to bed, and he would have, if he hadn’t glanced at his fish tank and spotted not only that his fish were gone, but they had been replaced with a packet a fish fingers.

He couldn’t help the tears of frustration and exhaustion that welled in his eyes and the sob that broke through his throat. Letting out a horse yell that would probably mean a noise complaint from his neighbors in the morning, he kicked off his shoes and dove into the first bottle of alcohol he could find.

Not even an hour later and he found himself sat on his couch with nine different empty bottles scattered on the table in front of him, still in a foul mood. Admittedly, not all of the bottles had been full when he found them, but some of them definitely had been, and he jumped six feet in the air when knocking came from his door.

Anders squinted his eyes at the sound and looked about his apartment, his mind long gone and his vision spinning. When the knocking sounded again, he stumbled to the sink to peer down the drain determined that was where the sound was coming from.

“Hellooo,” he called out snickering as his voice bounced down the piping, “Why are you banging?”

Someone shouted his name this time and leaving his sink be, he once again stumbled around trying to find the source. When he finally made it to his door, his fingers hit the intercom hard enough to make the screen glitch.

“Identify yourself,” he growled, his speech slurring and his brows frowning. He really didn’t want to deal with people right now.

“It’s Dwan? You called me? Told me to get here right away?”

He didn’t remember calling Dwan but the sound of her voice made him grin, his mood improving instantly knowing that his favorite mortal was here, even if she was a sick in the mud at parties.

“I’ts Dawwwwwwwnsyyyy! Hello Dwansy,” he sung, opening the door with a grin.

“Yes, hello Anders. What did you need that was so important?”

“Important?” he echoed with a nod of his head, linking his fingers with hers and pulling her into his apartment lightly, “Oh yes, very important,”

“Yes Anders, what is important?” she urged him on, slightly concerned at his strange behavior, “You said I needed to get here right away or you would fire me,”

“Fire you? The fuck would I fire you for? Dwansy is awesome, and cool and a lot nicer that surfboards or brothers,”

Dwan blinked as she watched her boss sway around his living room. She took in how disarranged he looked compared to his usual self at the office, his hair messy, his shirt untucked and lines of dried blood ran down the front of his shirt that she assumed was from the same thing that caused the painful looking busing on the bridge of his nose. He had empty bottles scattered around the room and a packet of fish fingers scattered across the floor, the carpet around them darkened by the damp puddles of water they laid in.

“Anders?” she questioned again, her voice softer this time and laced in concern, “Ander are you ok? What’s going on?”

“Brothers are bastards and my nose hurts,” he pouted, reminding her of a child who had missed their nap, “And the sink keeps knocking on my door,”

“Your sink keeps- what?”

“There’s someone in my sink Dwan and they want to steel my chips,” he declared gesturing to the scattered fish fingers laying on his carpet.

She had to cover her mouth with both hands to stop from losing herself in laughter, “Anders how much have you had to drink tonight?”

He gave her a sheepish grin, “Just a little bit, but there’s some left here if you want some, I’m good at sharing, especially with pretty ladies,”

“And there we go,” she sighed at his flirty behavior, “lets get you to bed hmm? I think you might feel better in the morning,”

He stopped glaring down the sink and sent her a scandalized look, “Dwansy, so forward, didn’t think you had it in you. Well done!”

With an irritable groan, she took a step towards him, stopping short at the small white mini fridge that stood in place of his usually fridge, groaning again at the realization that Ty had not replaced his fridge as he had promised, instead using the opportunity to mess with his brother instead. As much as she wanted to side with Ty however, the sight of Anders stumbling around his apartment in a dunked daze made her soft.

She wrapped her hands around her boss’s shoulders and slowly lead him to his bedroom, soothing him like he was a wild animal that would take off at any second if spooked. Anders had started mumbling to himself again, a frown on his face as she sat him at the end of his bed and untucked the covers.

“Dawwwwwnsyyyy,” he sung again with a giggle that she would forever blackmail him with, “Dawwnsyy what are you doooooooooing?”

“Putting you to bed you silly thing,” she huffed, slapping his hands away and undoing the buttons of his ruined shirt. Anders held a breath and leaned away from her, a worried look on his face.

“No, no wait. I love you Dwansy but I don’t- we can’t- I don’t screw crew Dwan,”

“What are you talking about?” she muttered, pushing him down and pinning him to the mattress to stop his squirming.

“Dwan, really!” he pulled away again, his blue eyes wide, “Please, you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna ruin that with a quick one nighter,”

“I’m not trying to fuck you Anders!” she huffed, ripping the rest of the buttons open and peeling it from his torso, blushing despite herself at the sight of his soft tummy and course blond hair that covered his chest and thickening where it disappeared into his pants.

“Oh,” he stared blankly at his ceiling, his body instantly relaxing under her touch and lifting his arms over his head to help her get the material off, “that’s good then I suppose,”

Dwan sighed again and maneuvered him up to his pillows, tucking him under his covers and watching as he snuggled down into them. It took a moment before she thought about what he had just said.

“Do you really see me as your best friend Anders?’

“Hmm? Oh, yeah I guess.” He nodded, his voice becoming shy compared to the usual cocky and arrogant attitude he wore, “I’m a bit of a dick sometimes you know, but you never want to hurt me for it. Your one of the few people I can really trust,”

Dawn couldn’t help the way her eyes watered at the way his voice sounded soft and defenseless, his striking blue eyes staring up at her like a lost puppy.

“Oh you silly, silly man,”

“Dwan?” he questioned, tears filling his eyes and making her heart clench painfully in her chest, “Dwan, my fish are dead,”

“Oh Anders,” she sniffled, sitting down next to him and running her fingers through his hair affectionately, “I’m so sorry,”

There was a pause before Anders wiggled his way towards her and laid his head in her lap.

“I really loved my fish Dawn,”

“I know,”

“There was this orange one, I called him orange,”

She hummed still stroking his curls, not even surprise at the obvious name.

“And there was this other one, a really pretty blue one, I called him Sir Edward Armond Snicket the third,”

“Oh why am I not recording this?” she chuckled to herself as he continued to drunkenly list and name the silly little guppies from his tank. He listed them all, not missing one, and as he rambled on about the next thing his intoxicated mind attached itself too his voice began to slur and slow down. Soon enough he was letting out soft snores as he snuggled deeper into her lap, dead to the world.

She gave him one last glance over, lifting him and slipping out of his sleeping grasp, before sneaking out of his bedroom.

He was her boss, and a dick. But past all of that he was a soft and gentle soul. A little lost, but overall kind, protective and fragile.

She flicked off the lights and left his apartment with a smile, a plan to head down to the pet shop in the morning to buy him a surprise.

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