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what do you think Grimmjow, Shunsui and Jushiro would be like as dads? All your opinions have been so interesting!

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Jushiro

This man is a perfect dad. He adores children, and has always wanted his own. I feel that once he found out his partner was expecting, he cried. As much as he wanted it, he never really thought it would happen for him. He was over the moon, his smile wouldn’t leave his face for weeks, often slipping into a day dream, bright smile on his face.

He was the sweetest most patient partner during the pregnancy. He’d absolutely dote on her, take over all the cooking and cleaning. Run her baths, massage her feet when they were sore. He would fall asleep with his hand on her belly. Loving the little kicks

He would be present at the birth. Holding his partners hand, wiping her down with a cool cloth, giving her all the encouragement and praise anyone could ask for.

I think at one point he would worry about his health, scared it would prevent him from being as hands on as he wanted. He would never want to see the worry in his child’s eyes if they saw him doubled over coughing up blood. He never wanted to be the cause of pain or fear for his child.

Coming from a large family, he was well prepared for the baby years. He didn’t shy away from nappies or night feeds, taking on more than his fair share. Wanting to do the work, spend as much time with his little one as he could. And also to help his partner, she needed her rest. She gave him the most precious gift he could ever ask for, the Least he could do was let her sleep.

Jushiro would be gentle. He wouldn’t shout, choosing instead to get down to his child’s level and explain the rules, what they’ve done wrong and how to right it. He’s liberal with his cuddles, his praise. He’d encourage his child in anything they chose to do. He would tell the best bedtime stories, repeating some from his youth he had made up for his younger siblings.

He wouldn’t expect his child to walk in his footsteps. They didn’t need to become a shinigami if they didn’t want, he would support anything they chose to do.

You couldn’t find a more supportive, kind hearted dad.

Shunsui (kinda went overboard with him 😂😅)

Shunsui would go on a journey 😂

I think when he was first told his partner was with child, he’d freeze. Eye wide, staring into nothing as his mind buzzed, struggling to comprehend what she had just said. Not quite the reaction his partner was hoping for when she told him the happy news.

Just when she thought something inside his head had broken and she’d have to go find someone for help (the fourth or jushiro) He’d snap out of it, hugging her close, happy about the baby.

I think he would be hilarious to watch with a hormonal pregnant partner 😂 he’d be jittery, careful with her, overprotective in a way that would make her go crazy. But he would wake up at 4 in the morning when she had cravings, tiredly stumble his way through soul society to get her the latest bizarre food combinations her cravings had come up with.

When she started to show, I think Shunsui would have a moment of panic. He’s seek council with Jushiro. Spill all his fears about becoming a dad. He didn’t think he would be able to raise a child, he didn’t want to fail them. Jushiro would talk some sense into him. He wouldn’t be alone, he had his partner. Jushiro thinks he would be a wonderful dad, and couldn’t wait to meet his little niece or nephew.

The first time he felt the first kick, his face was that of pure wonderment. Anytime the child kicked he would rush over, resting his large hand over her stomach to feel the steadily strengthening kicks.

I think after that, he’d be so attentive. He’d kiss her round belly, talk to the baby. He’d tell the baby how much he couldn’t wait to meet them, how they’ve got the prettiest mum in all of soul society, how much he’ll do all he can to be a good dad.

When it was time, Shunsui would freak out. He’d panic 😂 running around grabbing towels and pillows and for some reason, the wok from the kitchen cupboard. His partner would have to baby him, calmly tell him you needed to get the the fourth, sighing loudly when he flash stepped there without you. He came back eventually, when Unohana calmly explained she couldn’t deliver the baby if the baby and mother wasn’t with him.

His partner and Unohana seemed more concerned for Shunsui than they did the delivery, Unohana quietly instructed one of her staff to watch Shunsui, incase he were to pass out. He didn’t luckily, when the time came to push, and he could see how much pain she was in, he was at her side in an Instant

He’d hold her hand and give her all the praise and encouragement he could think of. So unbelievably proud of her. When the baby arrived, he let her have time with the baby, holding his child for the first time when she fell into an exhausted sleep,

He’d slowly pace around the room, unable to tare his eyes away from the tiniest baby he’d ever seen. So overwhelmed with joy, love he’d cry happy tears. He never knew he could feel so much love so quickly.

Shunsui struggled with nappy’s and feeding at first, but quickly learned how to do it. He would help out, but often needed reminding, he was too distracted looking at their little face. Night feeds were hard, he was difficult to wake and often fell asleep cradling his child. Surprisingly when holding the baby, the slightest noise would wake him up.

He loved the toddler years. He would happily play on the ground with his child, chasing them around and putting them on his shoulders. He wasn’t strict, in fact he would find it hilarious and encourage his child when they were up to no good. Honestly, it’s like having two children.

He’d take the child to visit Jushiro and Nanao often. He wanted the Influence of two of the smartest, kindest people he had in his life around his child. Nanao would read them stories, remembering how much she loved books as a child. Jushiro would always have a hidden stash of sweets upon his person, ready to share with Shunsuis mini me.

Shunsui is a good dad, a fun dad. He never thought he would be a dad, but he was thankful every day that he was

Grimmjow

Not immediately paternal 😂

His instincts are there. When he found out his partner was pregnant, he would become feral in the way he would protect her. If anyone got within three feat of his partner and his pup he would growl warningly. If that didn’t deter them, he’d punch first ask questions later.

He was incredibly prideful of having knocked up his woman. He’d have SUCH a kink of seeing her swollen belly, full with his child. When she started showing, she couldn’t get him off her. He’d always be touching her, making sure he knew where she was at all times .

The first time he felt a kick was when it felt REAL to Grimmjow, there was a baby in there. Moving and kicking. He would grin manically, proclaiming their child was going to be a fighter. Strong, powerful.

When it came time to deliver, Grimmjow was almost thrown out of the hospital room. He would snarl and snap any anyone who dared get to close, instinctively trying to protect his vulnerable woman and their young. He would see reason eventually (and with a couple threats from Unohana) and allow just the captain to approach.

He’d pace along the bed, keeping the others at bay, sending worried looks to his woman screaming in pain as she pushed. He was a little startled at the amount of blood and fluid involved with giving birth. Made his stomach churn

When he heard his youngs cry for the first time, Grimmjow had a jolt of fear unlike anything he’d ever experienced shoot through him, they were here. Real. He couldn’t believe it.

He was a little awkward holding his baby for the first time. They were so tiny, so fragile and weak that he was worried he would hurt them. His woman showed him how to hold the baby safely, they fit perfectly in his strong arms.

Grimmjow had a sensitive nose, so avoided nappies at all cost. He didn’t mind bottle feeding though. Grimmjow was in his element at night, so didn’t mind getting up for the night feeds. I feel he would be constantly unsure of what to do with the child. Every milestone brought a new set of problems he didn’t know how to deal with.

When his child crawled for the first time, Grimmjow panicked at not seeing them where he left them. It only got worse when they started walking and running. He’d feel like he needed the child in his sights at ALL TIMES. Protective instincts going crazy.

When the child is older, he’s teach them how to fight, how to protect themselves. He’s strict. He has no problem setting rules and enforcing them, though he would never raise a hand to his child. And would rip off the arm of anyone who dared to.

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jtl-fics · 1 year

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Fluent Freshman - 41

Two and a half hours into the Banquet and FF had not moved from the chair he had sat in at the start of the banquet. He hadn’t gotten up for water. Hadn’t gotten up to go to the bathroom. Hadn’t gotten up to dance despite Nicky’s pleading. He hadn’t even gotten up when a Raven had come over and asked him to.

He was not leaving his seat.

The stadium could be on fire and he’d still try to be the last one out.

Until there was a time where he could slide out of this chair without a single eye on him and put on his winter jacket without it seeming strange he was going to remain seated.

The answer on why was under his precisely placed napkin.

It had all begun about an hour and fifteen minutes ago, not that FF was counting. Dinner had been wrapping up and people had started to get up and jostle about. Flirtations were flying across the table and generally over FF’s head. The team had been smiling, there’d been laughter, and it had seemed unlikely for anything to go wrong.

He relaxed and that’s where he made a mistake.

FF could not eat the meal served. He’d had his liquid dinner on the way over on the bus so it didn’t bother him much to have a decent looking meal in front of him and not being able to eat it. He wasn’t going to eat so he hadn’t even unwrapped his cutlery, wanting to save the clean up crew from at least his set of utensils. He hadn’t placed the napkin over his lap to protect himself, what danger could there possibly be when he was not going to be eating?

The danger came when a Trojan smacked the table hard as he laughed at something that he had taken as a joke but, knowing Kevin, was probably a serious suggestion.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin so that it fell off of his plate and onto his lap.

Fell right onto his unprotected lap.

FF had looked down at his gray pants now irreversibly blemished by the errant meatball. His mind flashing back to when Nicky had decided on these pants. Remembers how Nicky hadn’t wanted him to vanish in the lower lighting of the banquet.

FF had grabbed his cutlery and put the napkin over his lap, far too late to save his pants, but fast enough that no one would see that he had spaghetti pants.

After that the trajectory of his evening had changed dramatically.

He was going to sit here all night until they were getting into the bus and then he’d have his winter jacket on and it was a long jacket that would cover his mark of shame. You might think that FF could just slip under the radar and go try and clean off the stain or at least hide somewhere less conspicuous.

He would, he really would, except he can feel the eyes of Captain Jeremy on him regardless of how low his presence is. FF entered into Ultra Stealth but Captain Jeremy merely turned to him and asked a friendly question that had Nicky startle remembering that FF was next to him still.

Captain Jeremy has x-ray vision and can see the wall behind the wallpaper. Captain Jeremy can see colors that mantis shrimp can only dream of. Captain Jeremy is standing in some secret government office pointing on the radar as CIA and Military officials look on going “What are you talking about he’s right here?” with a smile.

Captain Jeremy was the kid that ate all the cheap fruit on a dessert table before he looked at the cake when he was a kid.

It’s the first time in his entire life that he’d been completely unable to slip below someone’s attention and if it were any other time he might feel good about that. Might enjoy the idea of being seen and having the attention of someone like Captain Jeremy on him.

Except FF has Spaghetti Pants.

FF cannot escape the man’s determination to ‘make it up’ to him after Aaron had let slip that FF had a restraining order against one of his brothers.

FF insisted that it was okay.

Captain Jeremy insisted on making sure he had a good time.

FF insisted that a good time for him would be to sit at this table all night by himself. He kept to himself that what would really make it would be for him to sit without anyone around to notice he had spaghetti pants.

Captain Jeremy seemed to think that it was due to the still healing stomach injury and insisted on at least keeping him company then, unaware of the unvoiced second part.

So Captain Jeremy of the USC Trojans had declared himself FF’s banquet buddy. A man that was friends or at least friendly with almost every single player here at the banquet.

He looks around the banquet and sees the various tense standoffs at the other tables. These were men and women who would find even the smallest thing and never let you forget it.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if they realize he had spaghetti pants.

How does one recover on the court when the person you’re up against can remember the cold December evening that you dumped a meatball on your pants? He can already hear the jeering nicknames.

He wants to sink into his seat but he’s afraid to shift at all, worried he’ll dislodge the napkin in some way and the newest person coming up to say ‘Hi’ to Jeremy Knox will notice the marinara stain on his pants.

While Jeremy was distracted he did try to wet Nicky’s disposed of napkin to perhaps clean himself off a bit except before he could a Raven came up to him, “Come with me.” a large Raven Backliner says, jerking his head towards the bathrooms.

“No thank you.” FF answers in return, “I don’t need to do that.” he says assuming that the Backliner had seen him shift in his seat and assume he needed to use the restroom.

The Raven Backliner stood for a few moments as if waiting for him to change his mind but then Captain Jeremy’s attention snapped back, “Can we help you with something?” Captain Jeremy asks and his friendly demeanor had vanished.

“I-” The Raven Backliner started to say before seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it and walked away.

Captain Jeremy and him continued to talk. They had somehow fallen onto the SAW movie franchise and FF could admit that he was surprised that the Trojan Captain had watched the series.

“You need to come with me.” A Raven Striker says coming up and interrupting the two of them as they talked about the ethics of SAW. FF believed that it was all well and good to learn to appreciate life but there had to be simpler ways to go about teaching that. Jeremy didn’t disagree, he just also thought that sometimes there were some people who Jigsaw never intended to redeem and those people may have deserved their fates.

FF tilts his head, “Do I?” he asks since it didn’t seem like the ERC had made any sort of announcement and she seems utterly and completely perplexed by his response.

The girl looks at him, looks over her shoulder, looks back at him, “Yes?” she responds sounding so unsure that even FF wouldn’t believe her.

“I don’t think he does.” Captain Jeremy interrupts gaze utterly cooled from the warm one he had been giving FF throughout their philosophical debate.

The Raven Striker looks cowed and FF almost feels bad for her but not bad enough to console her when he has spaghetti pants.

She leaves.

FF and Captain Jeremy’s conversation shifts to winter break plans. Captain Jeremy is going home to his family and he’s taking Jean Moreau with him. “I think my mom likes him more than she likes me sometimes.” Jeremy laughs heartily. “He deserves nice holidays though so I’m always happy to bring him up.” he says voice and features going soft as he looks to where Jean Moreau was standing with a raised eyebrow next to Andrew as Kevin and Neil were having some animated conversation.

FF talks about his own plans with the Foxes and how he’ll be spending the break with them. He thinks Captain Jeremy looks a little sad about that but whatever sadness there is Captain Jeremy moves past it quickly and starts to ask if he had plans to go anywhere specific in New York. He heartily recommends the LEGO store when FF says he’s never been.

“Someone important wishes to speak with you.” An Offensive Dealer from the Ravens says and he looks like he’s about to shake apart as he stands in front of them.

“Who?” He asks, tilting his head and sipping his water.

The Dealer looks at him.

“Is it that hard of a question to answer?” Captain Jeremy asks voice stern once again.

“He’s…Master is-” The Dealer goes paler and Smith can’t help but pull out his handkerchief from his front suit pocket as he sees the Dealer break out into a cold sweat.

“You don’t look well, maybe you should sit down?” he asks with his handkerchief extended in offer. The man looks at him and then the handkerchief and then takes it. “Thank you.” he says

“Wow a handkerchief? My pocket square is just a fake one sewed in.” Captain Jeremy laughs jovial once again as the Raven took a seat shakily.

“It’s something my dad used to always say.” Smith thinks about the additional handkerchiefs in his pockets. “A gentleman always has a handkerchief on hand to help.” He pulls out a second one, “A real gentleman has two.” he adds and folds the new handkerchief into shape for the pocket square again.

Captain Jeremy laughs, “Sounds like a great guy! He must be happy you took his advice to heart.” he says and it doesn’t hurt that bad when Captain Jeremy is saying it since he’s saying something so nice.

“I hope so.” he agrees and doesn’t feel like ruining the mood.

Captain Jeremy turns his attention back onto the Raven who has taken a seat and his eyes soften on the Raven, “Wow you really are pale. Not a lot of sunlight in the Nest?” he asks.

The Dealer swallows, now visibly the most nervous person at the table which is saying something considering that FF is at the table.”I-I’m just pale naturally.” he denies.

“Sit and talk with us until you feel better.” Captain Jeremy insists, “What’s your name by the way?” he asks.

“Michael.” He answers awkwardly.

“Great, my name is Jeremy,” Captain Jeremy points at himself, “and this is Smith. So, have you ever been to New York City before?” he asks

Captain Jeremy, FF, and Michael chat at length about Michael’s New York pizza recommendations. Captain Jeremy asks about some of the places he has been in New York and the longer Michael is there chatting the more color comes to his face and the more vehement he becomes that Captain Jeremy managed to pick all the worst places by accident.

“You’re kidding me! It was 10 bucks a slice, it has to be good!” Captain Jeremy exclaims looking as if Michael was telling him Santa and the Easter Bunny weren’t real.

“If you’re paying more than $2.50 it’s a rip.” Michael insists passionately. “If it’s more expensive than the subway ticket then it’s a racket!” he slams his fist down at the table.

“You mean to tell me that I was lied to by that person I followed on Twitter?” Captain Jeremy asks, appalled.

“Swindled.” Michael insists.

“Christ, I’ve given that recommendation to so many people.” Captain Jeremy and while gesturing he puts his elbow in his own remaining spaghetti, “Oh shit.” he says. Smith looks at the black suit jacket and thinks about a future one step to the left where he had on black pants and a black suit jacket.

“I’m sure it’s good.” FF tries to comfort offering Jeremy his third handkerchief, this one from his left pocket since the one in his breast pocket was a specific color for the ‘look’ that Nicky had wanted. “It’s just not representative of a New York slice,” he adds.

“Thanks Smith.” Captain Jeremy takes the handkerchief wetting it with the glass of water nearby and wiping away the excess of marinara and spaghetti. “I’m going to go wash this off and try to dry it for you.” he says holding the handkerchief up.

“You don’t have to do that.” FF says but Jeremy is waving him off as he stands.

“Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” he says and heads off.

FF turns to Michael, “So I shouldn’t trust anything more than $2.50?” he asks.

Michael shakes his head and turns to look at FF, “Absolutely not.” he says with a smile before FF can see his eyes flick away and he stiffens. “Hey, it’s…” he looks down and the handkerchief, “it’s been nice chatting with you but… is there anyway we can take this conversation somewhere else?” he asks.

FF blinks, “No, I’m not getting up until the party is over.” Smith declines because by this point the stain has set. There is no stealthily cleaning it now that Captain Jeremy has left.

“So, you’ll get up once the banquet is over?” Michael asks leaning across the table and as he does that Smith can see a fairly ugly bruise on the Dealer’s forehead.

“I’ll have to won’t I?” he asks because despite the not-zero possibility that he’ll get left behind by the team again. His gaze shifts to Nicky who is leaning heavily against Matt as the two sway back and forth dancing and laughing. Probably about 50/50 at this point, depending on how quickly FF can make his way out of the stadium.

Michael looks at him and there’s something in his eyes that feels saddened, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” he says before rising to his feet. “Thank you for this.” he says and hands the handkerchief back. FF can’t help but notice how there was a schmear of make-up on it.

The Dealer walks off and FF waves him off with the handkerchief before sliding it back into his right pocket, where he kept dirty handkerchiefs. He lets his eyes wander across the banquet. He sees Aaron and Katelyn slow dancing to a song that is not a slow dance. He sees Kevin and Jean now in the middle of a passionate conversation. Jack is pouting by the punch bowl with a few other Sophomores patting him on the back. Sheena is seemingly trying to flirt with the older bartender. Nicky and Matt have somehow only gotten sloppier in the 2 minutes between when he last looked at them and now. Captain Neil and Andrew are at the dessert table and he sees Andrew offering Captain Neil a chocolate covered strawberry. He sees a gaggle of his fellow freshmen huddled together all sipping their drinks nervously he moves to wave them over back to the table. Threat of the reveal of his spaghetti pants aside he’s not used to be alone anym-

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He hears behind him.

“I said what I said. She wasn’t even that hot! Get over it!” Another mocking voice.

“That’s it!” the sound of glass shattering and all hell breaks loose.