#dad hassel

[sanniewriteshere]

It all depends on the color of the glass you're looking through 🎈🎨🖌️

Fluff and Comfort, a little bit of hurt in the middle

Type of relationship: Teacher and student (Non-Romantic)

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Femenine (Protagonist)

CW: Balloons / Loud Noises

Another day at the Academy.

After a few months of what happened at the Area Zero, things really calmed down for good.

The Gym Inspection went easy as cake, and the Academy Ace Tournament was really fun! Everyone agreed that they should do it again.

The Pokédex kept going on really well, but between adventure and exploration in this rich region, it's always good and relaxing to go back and take some classes at the academy and learn something new, or it wasn't going to be that easy this time?

It was a rainy day. Not a big storm, but wet enough to make everyone wanting to go outside think twice.

Juliana arrived just in time for Art class, one of her favorite subjects! Not that she doesn't like the other subjects, she learned a lot in every class, but Arts had something special on it, a special spark that can't be calculated or interpreted sometimes, like a Pokémon battle.

Also, Hassel, the teacher, was amazing on his job, you can see wonder in the eyes of his students, how he can bring a lot of emotions during the classes, even himself being a little emotional.

Juliana takes a seat on the first row as always, so that way she can listen better to the teacher.

"Hello again class. As everyone can see, today is not the most perfect of days, in fact, today I was planning an outside class to sketch some Pokémon, but sometimes plans change, and we have to adjust ourselves to the situation, like when we colour a drawing outside the line by accident. We can focus on the mistake and abandon the piece, or work or way through it and give or masterpiece a new perspective. There's always something we can do to work out weaknesses and turn them into virtues, or not. Not every work of art is a masterpiece, but it truly helps changing the color of the glass you're looking through."

Hassel always knew how to phrase his classes, always inspiring and uplifting. Almost as if his words alone made the rain stop and make a rainbow cross the academy.

"But enough talking, and since we're touching the subject of imperfection, let's start our class of today. Look at this sculpture of Professor Gibble I made, it's simple and not perfect, sometimes it's ok to take our time and learn from our mistakes, simple sculptures like this can be relaxing and entertaining. Can someone tell me what it's made from?"

Juliana take a good look at it, the gritty but light texture guve you a slight idea of what could it be.

"Paper mache?" Juli says, with a doubt in her mind.

"Yes! Very well Juliana, looks like you're an art expert. Paper mache is an easy way to represent something without a lot of materials, we only need for in this case: Paper, glue, water and, a balloon"

"A B-balloon?!" Juliana thinking inside herself, almost jumping when she heard the teacher say that cursed word, making a little frown.

Juliana has faced a lot if dangers on her treasure hunt: Dangerous Pokémon bigger than everyone could imagine, Rebellious students, strong trainers, fallen down to the Banned Paldean Crater, saw beast from other times, and even her Pokémon and her battled aggressive AI robots with bravery an strength, but nothing like that scared her as much as a silly balloon, one of her most embarrassing secret.

Of course, how the newly announced Champion of Paldea, who helped save the region from an ecological catastrophe, could be scared of balloons? That was inconceivable, no one has to know, just imagine a rumor like that spreading through the school? Nobody would take her seriously anymore.

Juliana was on the clouds overthinking about the stupid loud noise they make when they pop, almost not hearing how Hassel was explaining something about making a good paste for smother results. Her heart was rushing, but she was sitting still in place, no were to go, and the rain still pouring without signals if stopping

"Before we start you can choose one of you Pokémon partners to use as an example, or making by memory if you prefer it that way."

One of Juliana's Pokéballs started moving alone, making her alert again, and one of her Pokémon came out of her pokéball. Her old partner, already knew a lot about her since they've been in adventures for a long time, so the Pokémon must have feel the emotions of their trainer and just sit on her lap to help her calm down.

The time started to pass and she has barely started, scared to make a rough movement in case something accidentally pops her balloon.

*POP* A balloons popped making only Juliana jump, but her Pokémon help her calm down before it's too late and the classes notices.

"Haba! I was working with that! Don't bit the balloon again!" One of her classmates is reprehending his Fuecoco, who must have mistaken the balloon for food. "Cocooo..?" The Pokémon felt a little confused about what happened.

Some short laughs, including from the teacher, can be heard across the room. "No laughing matter..." Though Juliana.

"That's what I was talking about when I mentioned mistakes, everyone can make one, but we don't have to let them discourage us, we have to learn from them. Tell me, was something you wanted to improve from your sculpture?" Asked Hassel. "Well, actually yes, the face was looking weird, I wanted to start again but the the glue was drying up and it was a little late..." "Good then, start again, use what you learned to improve your craft, and let's feed this hungry fella.." Hassel offered a berry to the Fuecoco, wich happily munched while his trainer worked again in peace.

Juliana wasn't herself, and the clock was going extra slow today, it was hard to concentrate with all of the noise on the background, she barely made the base of the head and couldn't get through the class. Her Pokémon stayed by her side the whole time, being a good model and letting being pet whenever Juliana was feeling nervous.

*DING-DONG DING-DONG, DING-DONG DING-DONG*

The bell indicating the class was over scared Juliana a little, but at least the suffering ended ended.

"It looks like our time is over, I hope you learned st least one thing new today. And don't worry if you didn't finish your pieces, you can come back and finish them whenever you like".

While Juliana was quickly putting her thing in her backpack, she hears a familiar voice calling her name. "Miss Juliana..." Hassel say across the classroom. "Oh no, did he noticed?!" Juli thought scared "Can you help me with sort paperwork here for a moment?" Hassel pointed to a chair at his sides of his table, where mixed art projects and teacher's stuff was scattered. "Y-yes, sin problema! Coming!" Said with a little of relief on her voice. She let her Pokémon by her side, still doing it's work of a companion in case of a panic attack.

"Please help me sort this papers, put the drawings by this side and the notes here, inside this binder" Said Hassel, while waiting for the last students to retire from the classroom. Juliana takes the seat and begins to work, her Pokémon on her lap taking a nap and and working as a weighted blanket to help it's trainer.

Minutes later, the last students left the class with his Pokémon, their steps can be heard in the distance. Time for Hassel to make his movement.

"So, miss Juliana, how was the class today?" He asked. Juli waked up, she was daydreaming again, as a copping mechanism to evade her surrounding when she was scared.

"Huh... Great! It was an amazing class as always!" Juliana answers, but, this answer sounds very... automatic to Hassel, who has seen this studen in better days.

"Did you sleep well last night? I suppose, the melody of the rain help everyone sleep... And what about breakfast? Aren't you hungry?"

"Hmmm... No... I mean, Yes! I ate a sandwich this morning" Juliana starts to doubt, so she shots "Why are you asking?"

"Hmmm, for nothing, it's just, that it's... weird I think it's the word? It's very unlikely to see my best student so down like this". Juliana straights her back and wakes up fully, noticing that there's no one in the room, just she and her teacher.

"No no no, I'm fine, I had a good sleep and ate well this morning, I'm completely fine" She said with an awkward smile trying to hide her nerves.

"Are you sure?" Asked the teacher "You barely worked on your sculpture today, usually you're one of the first in finish, and look at your work today" Hassel pointed to her 'Pokémon sculpture' on Juliana's working table, was barely resembling her Pokémon, but missed a lot of details and color in comparison to the work of other classmates. "I know I said you should take your time, but this isn't like you..."

Juliana barely looks at it, and then barely looks at his teacher in the face, almost fully evading them "Yeah yeah I'm fine, I think it was the weather".

Hassel had his doubt of the answer "Ok, I believe you, but please remember, everything I do it's for the greater good of my students, if there's something wrong that you want to tell me, please let me know so I can help, ok?" Juliana looks down at her Pokémon, and her mon looks back at her. "Ok, thanks you, I'll have that in mind..." She said while organizing the last papers.

What they both, teacher and student didn't notice while chatting, is that one Skwovet has entered in the classroom and by accident, like the Fuecoco earlier, the little guy bitted one of the balloon mistaking it for a berry.

*POP*

"AAAAAHG" The once relaxed Juliana screams, jumps and hugs her Pokémon very close to her, starting to hyperventilate.

"Here you are Cheeks! Excuse me! Sorry, for bothering, he gets intro frenzy mode when he's hungry and runs away" One student enters the class to pick up his Pokémon and quickly goes away, closing the door.

"Don't worry, be careful next time!" Said Hassel quickly before looking back at you.

"Oh Juliana, are you ok my child?!" Hassel looks worried, putting his hands on her shoulders to try to ground her.

After petting her partner and looking like the area is clean now, Juliana calms down.

"Y-yes I'm f-fine, everything fine now!" She looks to the other side, embarrassed, to evade a possible judgemental or funny looks from the teacher.

"I'm sorry for my intromission, but, were the, balloons bothering you during the class?" Hassel says in the sweetest and calmest voice possible, to avoid loosing confidense from his student.

"No nonono not possible! Me? The newest champion of Paldea? Scared of balloons?! No way! It was a confusion! Eeemmmm... Thissss, this little guy just bite me! Y-yeah that's it!" But when she looking down at her lap, wanting for an excuse, Juliana's Pokémon wasn't there! Instead, it was now in the middle of the middle of the classroom playing with one of the balloon on the ground, chasing it around the room.

"*Eeeeeeek* Nononono buddy come here come on left that there please!" A scared Juliana covers her ears with her hands while calling her Pokémon back at her side.

*Fliiiiiiiiiu* Hassel whistles slow a quiet, calling the attention of the Pokémon and making it sit right at his side.

"Hmmm, who said that the dragon tamer's whistle would work on this friend huh?..."

Both teacher and student can feel the awkwardness filling the air. Juliana looks to her side to avoid crossing his eyes, crossing her arms and resting them on the table, while Hassel pets the Pokémon.

"...Excuse me again, but... Are you sure there's nothing you what to tell me? I understand if you don't want to say anything, I can't force you to talk, of course, but I always believe in confidentialit-"

"OK FINE YOU WIN!" Juliana can't take it anymore and screams "Yes, I'm scared of the balloons! I hate the loud noise they make, they make me uncomfortable, I couldn't finish my job because of that!" Hassel can feel in his student's voice a great weight being release, like something you hide for long time, feeling that he already knew very well.

"It's ok, you can laugh, I'm used to it, just please don't tell it to anyone, I can't imagine if people knew about this.... *Sniff* Embarrassing for a champion..." Juliana felt more relief, but sad by the way she had to tell this to her teacher.

"*Sniff* Sorry, I'm sorry, I made this awkward, I know this isn't the way..." Juliana looks embarrassed.

"Please, young Juliana, don't be sorry, I understand, it's something you can't control..." "I'm... I'm the one who should be sorry, for making you go through..." The teacher apologize "No please, don't say that, there's no way you could tell.."

"Yes, of course..." Said Hassel while thinking about that day when a Driftloon scared you, or the tender but skittish way you leave your Flamigo squeaky clean, as if the Pokémon themselves could pop at any moment.

"Don't worry, this conversation will remain between us, and please let me always have an eye on you in case you need help" "Y-yes! Thanks professor Hassel!" Juliana exclaimed more happy than before.

"Thank you... " Juliana wakes up and hugs her teacher, who is almost crying again, but recompose himself to look more professional.

"I have to mention, you still have to finish your work, I hate leaving work unfinish" Hassel says making Juliana shiver "But do not worry, well work together on that" Juliana gaves an awkward smile, hopping that doesn't mean what she think she means.

*EXTRA*

Of course, being at the Art class, means Juliana wasn't alone, Penny was also there, but because of her fear and because Penny usually sits in the back, Juliana didn't notice her this time.

When Hassel called Juliana after class, she wanted to gossip on what about he said to her, so Penny activate the Cassiopeia program in Juliana's SmartRotom and heard the whole conversation. EVERYTHING.

Wanting to test a theory, Penny sends a Team of Pokémon to Nemona ask her to "test the power of this team". Nemona was always happy to help, and Knowing Penny isn't the best fighting, she innocently accepts.

The team was: A Flamigo, a Jigglypuff, a Driftloon.

One by one the Pokémon goes to battle, Juliana being very nervous, makes her Pokémon do weird combo attacks.

[pkmnincorrectquotes]

Larry: My sons have finally gotten the week off and are coming to visit.

Hassel: Oh, I didn’t know you had kids! What do they do?

Larry: They work on the Battle Subway in Unova.

Rika: Wow, I heard the Battle Subway is a challenge even for other Elite Four members. They must be very talented!

Larry: *nods with a faint smile* They have worked very hard to get where they are now. I am very proud of them.

Hassel: *his eyes welling up* AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! That’s so beautiful!

*LATER*

Ingo: DAD! It is wonderful to see you!

Emmet: I am Emmet! We missed you!

Larry: I missed you too, kids. Come sit, my coworkers and me were just about to order some lu-

Hassel: Larry.

Larry: Yes?

Hassel: When you said your sons work on the Battle Subway… YOU DIDN’T MENTION THAT THEY WERE THE SUBWAY BOSSES THEMSELVES!

[charcadett]

Soooooo I noticed you like Hassel and your boi's got daddy issues. So how about some headcanons of Hassel being someones father figure? Student or not whatever's easier for you please and thank you!

I got two asks about Hassel as a father figure in the same day as each other and that’s so funny to me. He just exudes dad energy huh? I’m going with a teenage student in this one rather than a young kid, though I can definitely be persuaded to do a different Hassel dad scenario! Um, I did end up getting a little project-y here, sorry about that. Oops- Hope you enjoy :D

CW: Absent father, implied bad mother, and feelings regarding that

Hassel As A Father Figure

- It’s easy to get attached to Hassel, especially if you’re a young teenager lacking praise or affection. Your own father is distant at best, and not in the picture at worst. You don’t let it bother you. Whenever one of your peers gives you their sympathy, you shrug it off. He hasn’t been in your life for a long time. How can you miss something you’ve never had? That is until an innocuous compliment from your art teacher makes you tear up. You manage to hide it behind your paper, but you know that your eyes sting and your heart simultaneously aches and soars inside the confines of your ribs. It’s hard not to feel ashamed. You thought you were beyond this, that whatever wound your father left closed up a long time ago. Evidently, you were wrong.

- Hassel notices. Of course, he does. Teenagers are never as good at hiding things as they think they are. Out of respect for your privacy, he doesn’t mention it. He does keep a closer eye on you, though. When you find yourself at his desk, nervously showing him what you’ve been working on, along with a heaping of praise, he adds that his door is always open if you need to talk.

- It takes you a while to take him up on his offer. During your lunch, Hassel happens to have a free period, and you’re too busy fidgeting with your lunchbox, wondering if you’re a weirdo for even showing up, to notice Hassel approaching you. He waves, invites you inside, and asks what you need. You shrug. “I don’t really have anyone to eat lunch with and I feel stupid just sitting at a table alone. Can I eat in here?”

- Hassel, of course, says yes. The art room is open to anyone for whatever reason. Would you prefer to eat in silence or talk? You decide on silence. He takes it in stride, offering you a smile before he sits down and works on his lesson plan. It takes you even longer to talk to him. Every so often, you’ll blurt out a question you had in class but were too shy to share. Hassel’s answers are never concise. The rest of your lunch is spent slowly working through your sandwich while he rambles.

- It’s during one of your lunch visits that Hassel’s cousin drops by, and he steps into the hall to give them a piece of his mind. You can’t help but listen. They’re right outside after all, and you can’t deny your curiosity. His situation isn’t the same as yours, but you can’t help but feel a bit of solidarity. His dad is far away, and though that is his choice, you want to know if there’s any common ground. Your dad left you. It was out of your control. How can you make yourself feel like you wanted that? That you were the one that left him. Would you go back to normal? You never felt like this before. Why now?

- Hassel steps back into the room, running an exhausted hand down his face, and starts to offer you an apology. Before he can speak, you beat him to it. “Do you ever miss your dad?”

- Not the most elegant way to start a conversation. You immediately recognize you may have shoved your foot in your mouth with an embarrassed blush. He’s caught off guard for a moment but recenters himself after a few seconds. “I do occassionally, but I am far happier here than I would have ever been at home.”

- “How do I, um.” You fidget with the strap of your lunchbox. “How do I stop? Missing him, I mean.”

- Hassel doesn’t have an answer for you. He does, however, decide at that very moment that you need someone. A strong guiding force to help you get through this. While there may be no easy solution, he knows that at your age, he would have appreciated support more than anything. His own relationship with his family is rocky. There was no one to foster his talent or interest outside of what was expected of him. There was no helping hand through that brief and lonely period right after he left home. No one to help him navigate his admittedly large emotions. If you ever need anything, no matter how big or small, you are welcome to ask. The same offer he gave you before, though, this time, there was a new weight to it.

- As usual, you start off small. Popping by during his free period to ask for advice on making friends, or whether he knows of any instance that Raifort allows late work. (She doesn’t) Eventually, you go a little deeper. You had a fight with your mom, and you know she’s wrong, but she made you feel childish and small. Hassel frowns and gently tells you that you’re right. She shouldn’t talk to you like that. For some reason, that makes you cry. Which you feel ashamed of because you shouldn’t be crying anymore. That fight was hours ago. You aren’t even mad anymore, so why are you crying? Hassel consoles you and tells you that it’s normal. It’s better to let it all out than keep it in. As he rubs your back, you end up sobbing even harder. He’s right, though. You do feel better after.

- On one of the lunches you spend with Hassel, Brassius happens to drop by. When he sees you, you’re almost taken aback by his grin. He always looks so serious on the billboards of Levincia, not to mention how intense he can be when he’s a guest speaker in class.

- “You must be that student Hass speaks so highly of.” He crosses his arms as he throws a glance at Hassel over his shoulder. “I am honestly surprised he hasn’t tried to pull out adoption papers yet.”

- There is a part of you that worries your attachment to Hassel is one-sided. You’ve accepted that you see him as a surrogate father, but you’ve also accepted that it’s likely he only sees you as a particularly friendly student. Maybe he pities you or something equally awful. Hearing Hassel’s scolding “Brassie!” and Brassius’ snort makes you realize how wrong you are. Even if you want to turn into a Slugma and hide in the vents for a little while.

[cjcroen1393]

pfff the fandom is going nuts over how brassius and hassel call each other "brassie" and "hassie", imagine you're in art class and your art teachers start using affectionate nicknames for each other xD

They're married, your honor.

[puella-1n-somn10]

Me: I shall not simp for the Gym Leaders of Paldea.

Me:

Me: V a u l t i n ' V e l u z a . . .

[the-softest-love-is-ours]

[blue-thingies]

Practice doodles as an excuse to draw my selfship <3

[tirednecromancer]

Poppy’s bedtime starts in 5 minutes, so Larry knocks his opponent in one go, even tho Geeta told him to drag it out a bit to make it more interesting. Larry ends the battle to turn and see Poppy holding her little gible plushie, tucked at Hassel’s side, both of them sleeping. Larry takes out his phone and takes a picture before waking them up.

[psikind]

have I mentioned that my shiny luck has reached like. level 100 in pokemon scarlet. like while I do shiny hunt occasionally, since gen 7 it’s been completely normal for me to encounter at least one shiny before I beat the game without even trying at all, but in scarlet it’s just ridiculous. before I beat the game I found 7 fucking shinies and in the week after have found another 5. All on accident. every other time I open the game I find a shiny. and it’s not just the pseudo-heightened chances of overworld spawns either, only a couple of my friends have found maybe 1 or 2 and they’ve had their games longer then me - most of my friends haven’t found a single one!

I don’t know what rng god I appeased but like. thank you?

[pierswife]

im right

ufFSJFSGFSYUI I MEAN YEAH I GUESS--

[z0mbie-bra1nzz]

currently crying after finishing pokemon violet that game gave me too many emotions

[hesperio]

From @clodsiremom

Life had mostly returned to normal after their return to work. Still, Rika sought comfort and advice from Hassel. He and Larry had become like fathers to her.

She had left the receptionist desk at the League to stroll through the halls of the school to find Hassel, hopefully on his lunch break between classes. A peek around the door frame and a knock is the most she does to get his attention. She knew she could easily startle him.

"Hey, Hassel... can I have lunch with you? Had someone stuff eating at me from- our recent adventure. I wanted to ask about Donna. I've had some progress. Ferenze is starting to remember her."

He was having lunch when she finds him, tucked in the corner of his crowded art space at his desk as he checks his phone and chews thoughtfully on a cookie brought to him by Saguaro (leftovers from the last class that had made too many to finish, it seemed.)

When Rika knocks on the door, he looks up and blinks, before he waves her inside, knowing that because she was here alone, it wasn't league business.

"Mn, of course. Pull up a chair - mind that one, a student spilled some paint water earlier and it's still damp."

He pushes his phone aside to give her his attention. Things were....slowly getting back to normal. Slowly.

"Donna's recovering a bit. She hasn't recovered enough to speak with me - but she's starting to sing again, so that's good. How is Ferenze doing?"

[pkmnincorrectquotes]

Hassel: Hey, Larry, knock knock!

Larry: *sincerely* Come in?

Hassel: ...why do you hurt me this way?

Larry: *confused* What?

[thebibliosphere]

I probably have hEDS, have had tense muscles since I was 8 and more and more of my joints started to be in constant pain, 10 years spine, 14 years hips, then hands at 19 and now all of them. And though I'm over 40 and don't practice any stretching, I still can contort myself in any direction.

But I don't know if it's worth the energy to fight for a diagnosis? Because it doesn't seem like there is any help, other than mild painkillers and physiotherapy, and I already get that. It is so much work to convince doctors to look into the source of joint pain, as soon as they can rule out rheumatoid arthritis they stop caring. And I don't belive I will get stronger painkillers even with a diagnosis anyway.

Do you think a diagnosis is woth the hassel?

For me, diagnosis was worth it because it meant getting the correct kind of physical therapy, which is often very different from the regular kind you usually get if the physical therapist is good at their job.

Regular PT used to damage my joints more. PT designed to target hypermobility has actually helped build joint stability, retrain my muscles, and reduce some of my pain by lessening the frequency of injuries.

It’s also good to know because hEDS affects more than just your joints.

I have a lot of problems with my internal organs due to how my connective tissue is affected, and my brother, who is undiagnosed but likely affected, suffered from spontaneous retina detachment twice. When I mentioned it to my eye doctor he said, “yeah, that happens to you zebras” and now I get my retinal health assessed every six months because fuck that.

It can also be good to know because of how it affects your care during things like surgery, ranging from which anesthesia they use to the type of sutures required.

When my mother had a mastectomy, she experienced several surgical complications, including not being able to get the wound site to close, so they kept dragging her back into surgery.

When I found out, I told my dad the surgical team needed to know my mother likely had hEDS because I did, and my mother and I are carbon copies of each other. When my dad told the surgeon, he apparently said, “Well, if I’d known that, I’d have done the whole thing differently!” and finally got my mother stitched up properly and into recovery.

In that regard, my diagnosis helped not just me but a family member, but also indicated the type of care I’ll likely need if I’m ever in the same situation.

So, yes, it's a hassle to get diagnosed and some (bad) doctors will frame it in terms of “there’s no cure so there’s no point.”

But for me, it’s not only been worth it but also vital to the management of the rest of my care. And let me be clear, there are some people for whom this is just a crappy joint disorder, and they are otherwise fine. But for many of us, we’re more than just our fucky joints. We’re an entire plethora of health problems that all cascade from our weak connective tissue, and it's important more people recognize that.

So is it worth it for you? That's a you decision. But it was very much worth it for me.

I wish you luck and fewer days of pain. This shit sucks.

[spookberry]

I mean this 1000% positively (I absolutely ADORE your character, they're so cool)- your Applin-themed Pokémon OC feels like they would fit *perfectly* as a Hassel/Brassius fanchild! (If you're unfamiliar, they're characters from Scarlet and Violet that are at the very least close friends, if not romantic or qpr coded, I love them a lot.) The grass/dragon symbolism (which is already present in canon with a Flapple on Hassel's team!), the outfit, the green hair- I saw them and went 'this is a Real Character, look at this neat person!' and then went 'OMIGOSH THIS REMINDS ME OF SOME OF MY FAVORITE GUYS!' If that's unwanted and you don't like your awesome brainchild being compared to other characters, I fully understand and sincerely apologize! Hope you have a lovely day regardless and I love your art! (Also- that bag is. So Cute. Apple bag for the win.)

Yeah okay, Applin kid and their gay art dads:

[paldea-champ-n1cki]

Shitty dad solidarity? :D

⚡Would you go back if your father was ACTUALLY dying?

No.