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charcadett · 1 year

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That part where grusha held the baby had me wondering; what if HE WAS A PARENT?? How would it go? How’s his parenting? I’ve got soooo many questions abt this 😭😭

OOOOOO I LOOOVED THIS ASK. I went a little crazy with it heh. The whole time I was imagining Grusha as a PTA parent. I know he takes that shit SO serious.

Grusha As A Dad

- As awkward as he is with other people’s kids, Grusha is much more natural with his own child. Before they come into his life, whether it's through adoption, surrogacy, or you, he takes time to prepare himself for fatherhood as much as humanly possible. There is no way to be completely prepared to raise a child. Things like that rarely go by the book, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try everything to be the best he can be. You frequently catch him asleep on the couch, a half-read parenting book in his lap.

- When the day finally comes for him to meet his little one, he can’t help how his hands tremble. Gently, as if they’re made of glass, he cradles them against his chest and breathes a small sigh of relief as they gurgle and curl further into his hold. While it may seem silly, Grusha has an irrational fear that they would be disappointed that he was their father. As if an infant would look him in the eyes and voice complaints that a failure of a snowboarder and Gym Leader has become their father.

- Grusha would prefer to be a stay-at-home father. He can be a bit of a helicopter parent, though it is nice that he’s taken such an active role in parenting. You never worried that Grusha would leave you as the sole, sleep-deprived provider. He’s not that kind of man. However, you’re sure you would be the envy of every disgruntled wife on daytime television. A part of you is a little jealous. You have a daddy’s girl/boy in the making. A bigger part of you feels your heart swell knowing your baby will grow up with enough love to power all of Paldea.

- When they finally say their first word, it’s your title instead of papa like Grusha was silently hoping for. He gets a little butthurt about it. His pouting is as cute as his disgruntled whine while you tease him about it.

- He’s a tad competitive with other parents regarding his kid’s milestones. Oh, your baby just started talking? His child was doing that weeks ago! He becomes a bit of a menace on social media. 75% of his posts are humble brags about how awesome his kid is, 20% are pictures of you, and the final 5% revolve around his Gym.

- When your kid is old enough to go to school, he spends most of the first day moping around the house. Without his little buddy around, he isn’t sure what to do with himself. He’s spent the past few years watching cartoons, playing with blocks, and engaging a very imaginative toddler in pretend games. What’s he supposed to do now? It doesn’t take him long to get back into the groove of things, especially with your support. For however much you worry about your kid at school, Grusha is somehow worrying ten times worse. As they grow older, Grusha bonds with them by teaching them how to style and take care of their hair before school. It doesn’t matter what gender your kid is, either way, they love their dad’s long hair. In their younger years, they are happy to emulate him. Their first haircut in their teens is going to shatter Grusha just a bit, though he’s tearfully supportive.

- If his kid expresses interest in snowboarding, he’s conflicted. Logically, he wants to support them however he can, and he can’t help but feel a small surge of joy at the thought. He remembers the thrill well. Emotionally, he wants to keep them far, far away from the sport. In the end, his fear wins out, and he forbids them from it. This results in their first big fight, leaving you to pick up the pieces. You tell your kid that he’s not angry at them, he’s scared. You’ll talk to him. Then, you find Grusha and tell him that he’s being an idiot. He can’t stop them. You both were that age, you know good and well if it’s something they want to do, they’re going to do it. Wouldn’t it be better to be sure they're safe about it? Grusha will argue that all the training in the world won’t save them from being unlucky. You say maybe so, but what would he do if, in an act of rebellion, they sneak up the mountain with his old board, completely untrained? He caves after that.

- Grusha can’t be their snowboarding coach. He knows himself well enough that he would end up worrying himself into an early grave. He can, however, coach them in battling if that’s something they want to do. If there ever comes a day when they take on the Gym Challenge, and they find themself at his Gym, he won’t hold back. No favoritism here. If anything, he’s going harder than he would his other opponents. When they defeat him, he couldn’t be prouder.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #gym leader grusha x reader #reader is his spouse. obvs #both reader and his child are gender neutral!#grusha x reader #i misspelled it and didnt want to delete the other tags lol

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greens-saline-solution · 1 year

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Could you possibly do a Kyle Broflovski X catholic reader fluff? Where Readers parents don’t approve of the relationship because of religion and forbid the reader to see Kyle. However, They both still find a way to see each other. I know my writing is really confusing 😭 so no worries if you can’t do it.

Meeting the Parents

Note: I used to be Christian but was never Catholic so I’m sorry if I got anything wrong about being Catholic. You’re an adult so it's not like the parents can do much to forbid the reader from seeing someone, so I tried my best with it.

Warnings: parents disowning you

Gender: female

Relationship: established romantic

“I think I’m ready for you to meet my parents,” you say in a confident voice, but deep down you were scared of how your parents would react to you dating a Jewish boy. You know in their perfect world you would be dating a white, blonde, blue-eyed Catholic boy. “Awesome! I think I’m ready for you to meet mine as well,” you smile, you were excited to meet his parents, but also scared they wouldn’t approve either. You thought you needed to warn Kyle about your parents, knowing how they were. “My parents can be pretty scary, they are devout Catholics and I don’t know if they’ll approve of us dating… but we’re adults we can do what we want.”

“Oh, my parents are probably cool with us, if that makes you feel any better,” Kyle says, starting to stroke your back, “And if they do not approve of us, who cares, we’ll still see each other somehow.” You smile up at him, he was always so good at reassuring you that your worries won’t be as bad as you make them out to be. Kyle leans down and kisses you in the wooded area with a big rock you two claimed to be ‘your spot’. After he pulled away you two started texting your parents and set up good times to meet with them.

First, you and Kyle went to his parent’s house. You walked in and they greeted you with such kindness and then you all sat down and got to know each other. They were so happy Kyle had found a nice girl, they didn’t mind you two being different religions, especially because you weren’t too fond of yours. “Yeah, my parents were always super strict and I hated waking up early on Sundays to go to a mass that went on for what seemed like forever,” you said before they started telling you about Judaism. “Mom, it's not like she's gonna convert to it right now, or even ever, so she doesn’t need to know everything about it,” Kyle says starting to get a little embarrassed. “Oh, sorry honey, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was trying to convert you,” Sheila says. “Oh no, no you’re fine,” you say not wanting her to feel bad.

Soon enough you had to get back home for your work tomorrow. Kyle excused you two from his parent’s house, but not leaving before Sheila gives you both of you hugs. You two got into Kyle’s car and Kyle turned on the car and started pulling out of the driveway. “So, that went really well, huh, Kyle,” “Yea, they really seemed to like you, so I don’t think they have any problems with us being together.” “It’s good we got the easy one out of the way first, I apologize in advance, but I really don’t know how my parents will be,” you say, preparing yourself for the worst with them.

Two days later you meet up with Kyle at his house. For the past two days, you had been extremely anxiety-ridden thinking of all the things that could go wrong when Kyle meets your parents. You knocked and Kyle answered the door, you went right in for a hug. Kyle hugs you back but you hold him so tight and say “No matter what my parents say, I want to stay with you, just so you know, they might not approve of us having different religions.” “I want to stay with you too, no matter what they say we’re adults and can make our own decisions to stay together,” Kyle says, petting your hair and giving you a kiss on your head.

You knock on your parent's door, hand a little shaky, Kyle notices and says “It’ll be fine, sweetie, we can get through this.” Your mom opens the door and greets you with “Y/N!” and a big hug. Your father, behind her, says “Hello you two, I’m Daniel and this is Jane, come on in.” Your mother lets go of your hug and you and Kyle walk in. You all start talking when you get to the topic of religion, “I presume you’re Catholic too, Kyle,” your father says starting to talk about your priest. “Oh, no-” Kyle interrupts him, “I’m actually Jewish.” Your father immediately shuts up and looks at you along with your mother. “Oh god, here we go,” you say in your mind. “y/n, a word please?” your mother says in a sweet tone as she starts to get up along with your father.

You get up, looking back at Kyle with an ‘I’m sorry’ look, and start walking with them to the Kitchen, leaving Kyle alone in the living room, twiddling his thumbs. “What in the h-e-double hockey sticks do you think you’re doing bringing someone like that in here young lady!” your mom quietly scolds you. “How many times have we told you that you are supposed to date and marry a Catholic boy?” your dad whisper yelling at you. “You have to break up with him right now. You are not allowed to see him again.” “Mom, Dad, I’m an adult, I can make my own choices,” your parents begin demanding you stop seeing him, and how you need to break up with him.

“Come on Kyle, let's get out of here,” you say angrily, picking up your coat and purse. Kyle assumed what had gone down in there was not good by your tone of voice. It was confirmed when your father shouts out “Don’t come back until you come to your senses!” as you walk out the door. You start quietly muttering about how they were so unfair and so ridiculous. You get in your car and start bawling your eyes out. Kyle gets in and starts rubbing your back, “It’s okay, y/n, they can’t control us.” “I have to find a new church, as long as I stay with you they don’t wanna see me at all, and I don’t want to leave you,” you look at him with doe eyes. “Oh, y/n, we’ll get through this,” Kyle says as he goes in to hug you. You appreciate the embrace, starting your car after. You speed out of your parent’s driveway and neighborhood. Instead of going home, you drive to the park where your guys’ spot was.

You two get to the rock in the middle of the woods, hop on, and lay down together looking at the stars and cuddling. You curl into Kyle’s side, still lightly crying, and hold him tight. You loved your parents, but you also loved Kyle, you were so mad that your parent’s just immediately frowned upon him just because he was Jewish. You also couldn’t go to the church you had gone to your entire life, you didn’t want to stop going to church though so that meant you had to look for a new one, which scared and intimidated you, but you knew that god would give you the courage to get through this.

You turned your head to the sky, closed your eyes, and started a prayer. You praised god before you thanked him for what you had, and how your parents cutting you off wouldn’t hurt you financially nowadays. You then explain your dilemma, how you were dating a Jewish man and there was nothing against it in the bible, but your parents disapproved of it and were getting you out of their lives as long as you were to stay with him. You asked for help being able to stay with Kyle and keep a relationship with your parents, or at least guidance in finding a new church and becoming completely independent. You finish with an amen and open your eyes looking up at all the bright, beautiful stars. You sniffle and look up to Kyle, “I love you so much I hope you know, I’m so sorry about my parents being so insensitive about your religion and how closed off they are,” you say. “I love you no matter what challenge life would give us.”

#south park x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #green answers!#greens anons

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months

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hi cas!!

im gonna rant at you for a bit if you dont mind :)

Im a minor that lives in a super tight night, close minded community. Super religious, super homophobic transphobic ect. Seeing as im a teenage girl whose questioning their gender and is definitely attracted to women thats kinda problematic lols. Honestly idek how to explain the situation without a bunch of details, but basically, theres a fifty-fifty chance of me being sent to conversion therapy or just cut off from any internet access (and i mean ANY. i have a flip phone for fucks sake.)if my fam finds out im queer, i have no support system outside of some internet friends who know nothing about my situation, and within the next few years(so like once i turn 20ish, thats in like 4 years but whatever) my family is going to expect me to get married to a man and start popping out babies asap. Btw thats whats expected of me in this community, marriage under the age of 25, have like as many kids as physically possible and god forbid higher education. And im not okay with that . Ffs i want to go to college, major in fine arts, meet a person i like and fall desperately in love or maybe not just have a bunch of close platonic relationships i want cats and a dog and a cute studio in a big city where i can dye my hair whatever color i want aand get an obsene amount of piercings, i want to wear pants!! I just want to live. Without expectations or limits or people who love me hating everything they dont know about me. Is that truly so much to ask for?

And im incredibly dramatic cuz i literally have the dream life. My family loves me, my parents are upper middle class, theyve never hurt me before(besides for all the anti everything rants haha) i literally have a full sized bed, which for some reason i see as the peak of being spoiled idk why. I go to school, not even public, a private religious school that prob costs thousands of dollars, i have friends(who are all part of this community btw and id bet my entire savings that most of them think gay is only a word that ppl use to mean happy lol) close ones even!! I have adorable neices and nephews(my 3 sisters all were married by the age of 20, so i have 11 niecesand nephews while my oldest sister is 31) im living the dream life. But i hate it and i have no way out. No hope of college to get on my feet and find someway out, no people that'll help me fucking run away or some bullshit like that, hell ive considered it and then felt like shit, cuz what am i even running from? Im probably attracted to men it wont kill me to marry one. And i like kids, i wouldnt mind having any either. But.... i dont want to be trapped anymore. Cuz ill be honest thats what i am.if some one asked me to run away with them rn i would, no hesitation.

God im a mess😭😭 anyway this was me ranting in my notes app, im just apologizing for dumping this on a complete stranger(we're moots actually!!) albeit a very kind one :) i dont know what im looking for, but ill take whatever your comfortable giving ig.

I love and appreciate you<333

And hey this has been oddly cathartic so lmk if its okay for me to do this again sometime :))

"im living the dream life. But i hate it and i have no way out."

Hon, you're not living the dream life...there's a difference between financial privilege and being happy, you know? It's pretty clear that this isn't what you want.

I'm not sure if you're asking for my advice here, or if you just want to vent. But I care about you, and if you want me to research some things to try to help you, I'm more than willing to (that way it's not on your search history.) Just say the word!

Until then, you are ALWAYS allowed to vent to me.

I'm naming you venting anon in case you write again!

#ask #asks #ask cas #venting anon

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