@deadbranch's 100-Word Fic Challenge
another one because I've realized these little challenges are great for getting myself in the mood to write
When a prank idea strikes, MacTavish is usually game. Today, however, even your puppy eyes and sheepish smile don't convince Soap immediately.
"Pink isn’t his color."
Your words drip with sarcasm, as you scoff, rolling your eyes, "He'll love it."
Soap’s protests only cease after you drag him to the laundry room.
You spend hours dyeing all of Ghost's skull masks and gloves pink. But the prank backfires when Riley shows up for the next mission sporting the pink set, handing you and MacTavish matching masks.
Price isn't happy.
Especially when Gaz questions his lack of a matching pink mask.
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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.
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