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but if you keep insisting, he'd give in

It would happen in the ghoul den, with enough mattresses on the ground to make sure neither of you fall too hard

You two stand on opposite ends. waiting to see who will makes the first move, before you leap forward

You crash into him, trying to tackle him down to the ground as quick as he can, but he reacts faster than you expect, quickly flipping you around, off him, and back on your feet just as quickly as you lunged at him

He's quick to get back on you, but you attempt to use his height to your advantage and crawl on him

It ends up in a power struggle, and both your antlers end up clashing together

Each clack against one another just adds more fuel to the fire, the power struggle becoming more and more intense

Mountain is, however, very careful of your antlers, afraid to chip or break them, especially if they had just recently started growing in

Mountain would more than likely let you win, afraid to hurt your ego as much as your body

Unless you had begged him to give it his all or had pushed his buttons just a little too much

It ends with the two of you down on the ground, a giggly tangle of limbs

Once both of your breathing returns to normal, Mountain would move the two of you into a more normal, comfortable position

He'd want to be a gentleman and get you some water, but if you say you don't need anything then trust he will not be moving from that position

With all the energy the two of you spent, it doesn't take long for both your eyelids to start feeling heavy, and the mattresses on the floor seem rather comfortable

Don't worry though. mountain won't fall asleep before you do, but once you're out, he curls his body around you protectively and falls asleep on top of you

Breath

Hiccups, sobs.

Try to breathe again.

No, it’s not working,.

It’s picking up again, damnit, the tears won’t stop.

The thoughts pick up too. What if… it’ll happen…

No, stop.

Keep breathing.

You run your hands through your hair, trying to ground yourself again.

The tears keep coming, despite the tireless efforts to clam yourself down. Remember your therapist’s words. None of this is real, none of those thoughts are real.

You’re okay, you’re safe, nothings wrong.

Time passes quicker than you can process it, curled up in bed and tears staining your face.

Quick breaths, in, out.

And again, before you process, another presence, one you surely knew was going to come if you were still in the right headspace. You must’ve forgotten by this point.

Another person’s body beside you, their weight and warmth grounding you back to reality, the soft sheets below you, the small sound of a fan going somewhere in your room.

A familiar presence, a familiar scent, a familiar touch.

He’s here with you, shushing you, filling your head with him, leaving no room for those awful thoughts.

It’s just him.

Every hiccup, every sob, every explanation is quickly shushed.

Theres a bounce in the way he holds you, almost as if comforting a crying infant.

Your breath evens, tears slowing, exhaustion slowly taking over fear and anxiety.

The presence pulls you closer, his arms tight around you, almost like a weighted blanket.

You close your eyes.

And he slowly lowers you to bed, still shushing you.

No words are spoken, none are needed.

He tucks you in, his fingers running through your hair, making sure to keep that pressure on you.

Breath, in, out.

Slowly now.

In, out.

You’re okay.

He’s with you, he’s here now.

Nothings gonna hurt you. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.

Sleep now, he tells you, he’ll be here when you wake.

Being a champion was a childhood dream of yours

You worked day and night to get to where you were, putting as much energy as possible into your pokemon

But one person was always bothering you, getting in your way

that of course, was Guzma

it was almost he made it his mission to make your life as hard as possible

Every single time you were making progress, he would come and challenge you to a battle

Sometimes he was easy to beat, and some times you'd have to spend hours leveling up your pokemon to beat him

Eventually you made it to champion rank

You did it, you achieved your childhood dream

But it wasn't everything you imagined

Sure, it was a great feeling and that high lasted for a while, but soon it started to get tiring

You eventually realized that a life of fame wasn't for you, so once you had been beaten, you easily stepped down from your position

You turned your time to researching pokemon instead, something you found yourself to be surprisingly passionate about

But you did find yourself missing something

It was Guzma

Sure, he was irritating when he'd step in and make thing harder, but you missed the excitement he'd bring

One day, you did run into him again

Unfortunately, it was when he was battling your niece/nephew

You were honestly surprised he was up to the same shenanigans

He was shocked when you confronted him, surprised to see you, and honestly a little embarrassed from getting caught battling kids because they got on his nerves

Instead of scolding him, like you initially wanted to, you decided to invite him out to get lunch together instead

He was surprised by that, but obviously accepted

And so, you two caught up over lunch

You honestly had a lot of a better time than you thought you would

You ended up making this a regular thing, meeting up and getting lunch, or going for a walk

Your meeting slowly went from friendly to romantic, going on things that would be more considered dates

It was a subtle shift from friendly to romantic

You started finding any excuse to spend time together, and he would more often than not be in your office while you worked

Eventually, the two of you became official, and he moved into your hose

The two of you ended up more happy than you were while you were separated, and you knew this was meant to be

You still tease him about battling your niece/nephew though

Curly is a bit caught of guard at first. He's not used to affection, especially not from his crewmates, so when you're suddenly all over him, giving him hugs on duty whenever you can, he's a but surprised. That doesn't mean it's unwelcome, though. once he gets used to it, he warms up to you, reciprocating your hugs and other forms of affection, and he finds himself looking forward to it most days. it helps ground him.

Anya is a bit nervous at first. She's not exactly good with physical contact and affection, and it takes her a while to get used to it. however, once she is used to it, she finds herself looking forward to your affection every day. It comforts her, which she's found she needs a lot. you both help each other feel safe on the tulpar and comfort one another on your worst days.

immediately, Daisuke can tell that you treat him a bit differently than you do everyone else. At first he's a bit offended. What about him is so different? it isn't until Anya snitches on you tells him that you feel nervous due to your close age that it makes sense to him, He makes it a point to be the one to initiate affection after that point, and he always looks forward to your small moments of affection.

Swansea can immediately tell what type of person you are. he's probably had one of his kids be a velcro child, so he's used to the clingy type of behavior. he pretends that it annoys him, and he'll tell you to get off, but he'll never push you off or complain too much. Secretly, it makes him feel better and reminds him of his kids back home, so deep down he hopes you don't stop being affectionate and lighthearted anytime soon.

Deep down, Jimmy pretends like he doesn't care. Why should he care? He doesn't want you clinging to him all the time. he doesn't want to cuddle with a man, that's gross. At least, that's what he tells himself. because deep down he knows, and I think we all know too, that he's jealous. What's so wrong with him, huh? Why is he so undeserving of affection? He'll never say it though, he's too prideful.

Curly was informed beforehand that someone on his crew would have autism, as most companies are required to tell when one of their employees has a disability

Getting this information, Curly did his best to learn how to best help you

He was a bit awkward when he was first introduced to you, but made sure you knew that you were welcome on the crew

At first he thought he overprepared, that he had gotten too anxious to be a perfect captain

You seem to do just fine on your own, doing your duties perfectly fine

It was over time, spending more of his days with you, when he started to pick up on your small traits

he first noticed the way you didn't want to talk to other people

Your silence during group get togethers was noticeable to him, but was drowned out by other people like Daisuke

He noticed how you'd have your earbuds in all day, whether they were playing music or not

He noticed how you'd struggled to adapt to the new food in space

He noticed how uncomfortable you seemed during game night, like you were scared to talk

Slowly but surely, he learnt to help you through some of your problems

He'd use his rights as captain to alter the food a bit for your taste

He'd rather put in the extra effort than let you not eat

He teamed up with you during game night to help you through talking to everyone else on the crew, and with his help you managed to get closer to everyone

Over time he realized that he was starting to fall in love with these tiny traits

He felt like it was inappropriate as a captain to have a crush on one of his crewmates, but he just couldn't help it

He loved the way you talked, even if it seemed odd to other people

He loved that glint in your eye when you talked about one of those things you were passionate about

He loved the way you stimmed when you were happy or just needed to get the energy out

He tried to his those feelings, but with every little one of your traits, the feelings just kept coming up

He helped you through your first meltdown on the ship, giving you soothing words and whatever you needed to calm down

He'd make sure your uniform was perfectly comfortable, nothing that would trigger your sensory issues

He tried to subtly flirt with you, but gave up after he realized all those advances went over your head

The two of you would have late night talking sessions by the screen in the lounge

He would just let you rant about your hyper fixations or special interests

it was one of those nights, out on the couch, looking up at the screen when he let it slip

You were one on of your infodumps when he let it slip out

It was quiet, almost inaudible

"I love you..."

It made you stop in your tracks

He quickly tried to explain it off once he saw your lack of reaction

But when you saw him back tracking, you quickly managed to ramble out that you loved him too, that you were trying to show it to him, but you just weren't showing it clear enough

The time you spent with him, the acts of service, the little trinkets you'd give him

That was your way of showing him that you liked him

Oh

It made sense to him now

He was a bit shocked you liked him back

And under the light of the "night sky" you shared a kiss

Or- well- a few kisses

After that night, the two of you decided to keep your relationship secret

You didn't want to risk the either of you getting into trouble

So your time was confined to your few hours off and your meetings at night in the lounge, granted no one else came to hang out, and night visits to each other's quarters

And though you tried to keep it secret, it wasn't like most members of the crew couldn't tell

The tension between the two of you was palpable

Jimmy was very salty about his friend being in a relationship but Curly made sure Jimmy stayed out of it

And sure, you two got a little out of hand a few times, which may or may not have led to bribing Daisuke to stay quiet after he walked in on a cockpit make out session

He doesn't mind if you wipe his kisses off, although it caught him off guard the first time you did it

The two of you may not be the most subtle, but getting caught is worth it, and he's always there to use his privileges as captain to help you get the extra accommodations you need

Discomfort.

Something you were all too familiar with unfortunately.

Locked in the bathroom of your quarters in the ministry, you sighed, sliding down the wall to the floor, bringing your knees up to your chest.

You did your best to ignore it. Ignore the heavy weight you felt, the unpleasant feeling of your own body you’ve become accustomed to.

Another failed attempt, the tape sitting at the top of the sink, crumpled in frustration. No matter how hard you tried, it didn’t turn out right. The pull and placement of your own chest never managed to satisfy you, only feeding into the aversion you felt.

You felt the tears starting to form, threatening to spill out. Why wouldn’t it work? Why can’t you look the way you want to? Why, after all this effort, do you still not look masculine enough?

The thoughts swirled in your head, threatening to pull you back, to keep you there forever if they could. However, before you could sink too deep into your own sorrow, a knock on the door came.

Of course, only one person would come looking for you this late at night, to waltz his way into your room and knock on your bathroom door when he couldn’t immediately find you.

“Tesoro? Are you in there?” the all too familiar voice called out, the intimate nickname not failing to reach your ears.

You couldn’t force any words out to respond, let him know you were in there, but the noises formed by your struggle alerted Copia that you were inside, and your silence only made him anxious “Amore mio…” he calls out again “if I don’t get an answer, I’ll have to come in.”

Of course. While he was an anxious man, he was straightforward, and he would come in if you didn’t answer, at least having the decency to give a warning beforehand.

You scrambled to grab your shirt off from the counter before he came in, but didn’t manage to get on in time before you heard the telltale creak of the door opening, quickly using it to cover yourself up instead.

If Copia had not known any better, he would have been left a red, stuttering mess having walked in on you, but it was almost as if he could sense your distress. He stands there awkwardly for a moment before crouching down in front of you, not too close, but not too far to be uncomfortable for you. He’s no longer dressed in his usual work clothes, but rather the familiar red jumpsuit he wears casually. “Tesoro?” he questions, once again using that nickname.

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, instead keeping your gaze down and away from his. “What’s wrong?” He asks softly, trying not to scare you or possibly make it worse.

Yet, you still can’t manage a word, your voice stuck in your own throat. Despite that, Copia can tell. Your shirt clutched tightly to your chest, the discomfort in your body language, the abandoned tape on the sink. He was able to connect the dots, ‘Oh, darling…” he mumbles softly.

At the soft concern in his voice, the dam breaks, tears spilling rapidly, and you can only gasp for air as they fall. Copia pauses, panicked and unsure for a moment, but quickly pulls you close to him, using his hand to hide your head in his chest, shushing you and rocking you back and forth.

His touch is warm and comforting, something familiar, tight and full of love. He holds you there for as long as you need, his other hand rubbing your back.

Eventually, your voice slowly finds you “...it won’t work.” you gasp out.

Copia’s expression falls even more at your words, understanding the pain you feel, and wishing he could take it from you. He nods, still rubbing your back “I’m sorry, tesoro…”

After a moment of comforting you, he takes the tape from the counter, examining it. He hums before speaking, “I see…it’s too small, correct?” he questions

You can only manage a nod, starting to feel worse again at his words, but he quickly interrupts “Ah- no- no, that's okay…” he stutters “We can uh, we can find something that works better, okay?” he reassures you.

You nod again, smaller this time, and he takes your hand in his. “It will be okay…this time you will have me, we can work this out together.” he rubs your shoulder affectionately.

This time, you opt to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted by the emotional strain. He sighs and takes you in his arms, helping you stand up and slips your shirt back on. “Let’s get you to bed, eh? It’s late…”

It’s more of a statement than a question as he slowly leads you out of the bathroom, the tape scraps left to be a problem for later, and over to your bed where he lays you down before sliding in next to you.

“There we are…” He whispers, ‘That’s my boy…”

You curl up to his side, and he complies, taking you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair. “Y’know, I’ve read this really interesting book lately, it’s all about rats and their habits…” he starts, and you giggle.