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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Party Time version) → BLEACH Brave Souls

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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.



uncle grimm after this drawing my friend said he's probably very patient with kids just like a real cat. ururu would be his favorite methinks because she almost killed him one time and he also doesn't like redheads

Overwhelming Emotions - Grimmjow Jaegarjaquez

A/N: So life has been turbulent and just stressful lately? And amidst the chaos, this little idea popped into my head wondering what it would be like to have Grimmjow comforting me when I'm overwhelmed. So I have been working on this for the last few days! Is it a kind of silly idea just because of HOW Grimmjow is? Probably—but I also like thinking that despite the fact he's an aggressive guy, once he's in a relationship he'd try his best to figure everything out? Even if he's rough around the edges and struggling a bit.

GN!Reader

💗Fluff - Hurt/Comfort💗 Warnings - Swearing, Grimmjow being frustrated/aggressive in the beginning

1,000 Words

He wasn’t sure which was more pathetic—how you looked all curled up on the bed with your blanket pulled up past your head, or how he felt inside looking at you in such a state. Either way? Grimmjow hated it. It irritated him to hear the silent little sobs you were trying so hard to hold back, it pissed him off that you wouldn’t talk to him, and it made his blood boil to not know what was wrong with you or how to fix it.  

Grimmjow moved from his place in your doorway to your bedside, trying gently at first to pull your blanket off—only to be met with resistance. He clicked his tongue, “Hey, what the hell is your problem?” He grunted, using more force in an attempt to rip you out of your cocoon and failing, “Seriously dumbass? Get the fuck out of there and talk to me! Are you sick or somethin’? Come on!” His tone got more and more frustrated as he tried so hard to wrestle that stupid, fluffy barrier that kept you separated from him.  

The Arrancar just wanted to look at you at this point, whether or not you were angry with him after he took the dumb blanket from you? He didn’t care—he just needed to see your eyes, feel your weak little punches on his shoulder, hear you shout at him. Anything but that sad whimpering that somehow seemed to be getting louder and louder in his ears.  

But you didn’t give, pulling the blanket from his grip and tucking it further and tighter around you as you scrunched into an even smaller little ball. Grimmjow roared, kicking the dresser that sat next to your bed with a loud *thunk*, “DAMMIT! STOP BEING SO STUBBORN!” He shouted, only making you weep more; the little lump that was your body violently trembling. 

Grimmjow groaned, clenched fists hitting the top of the now messed-up dresser as he took one long, deep breath. He wasn’t trying to scare you; you were the last person he actually wanted to scare—ever. But he didn’t know how to express or explain that weird, grating feeling that seemed to brew inside of what he thought was a once-dead and empty heart. That strange, uncomfortable, nagging pain that seemed to grow the more you cried in front of him.  

He could feel a pang in his heart as he heard you, an unpleasant and annoying feeling of guilt for scaring you creeping inside of him and making him even more angry. It wasn’t any big secret that Grimmjow wasn’t the best with emotions, nor was he the most comforting or patient person to deal with—much less be in a relationship with. All he knew was chaos and rage, not how to tell from moment to moment how you felt or what to do about it. 

He needed you to tell him what was wrong. You’d guided him through so much in your relationship so far, telling him how to act or what to say in certain situations. He always acted annoyed and bothered by it, teasing you about how dumb it all was. Who were you to give orders to a powerful being such as him anyway? But now, as a wave of stress, guilt, confusion, and anger washed over him, he wanted your nagging words more than anything. 

How could he help you? What could he do to make you stop crying? What could he do to get rid of that aching feeling in his chest? How could he protect you from something he didn’t understand? All he wanted more than anything was to just hold you, keep you safe, feel your heartbeat so all of his nerves could stop standing on end—so he could stop worrying about you. 

Grimmjow sighed, clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white as he heard your cries get even more strained, your breathing labored as you hiccupped in between each sob. “Fuck it.” He muttered to himself, stomping around your room to the other side of the bed. He collapsed onto your mattress with enough force that you bounced upwards, adjusting himself to face what he assumed was your back. 

He could feel you tense up for a moment as he snaked one hand underneath your blanket and onto your stomach, pulling you softly yet snugly against his body, leaving no space between you and him. He buried his nose into the blanket, closing his eyes as he took a deep inhale of your familiar and comforting scent. He didn’t know if this was the right thing to do—but all his instincts told him was he needed to feel you, hold you, do something other than just stand there like an idiot 

“Sorry, I got so pissed off and scared you, baby.” He mumbled into you, pressing kisses against your blanketed form “It wasn’t your fault, I...got nervous and didn’t know what to do when I saw you like this. I have a lot of this idiotic relationship shit to still learn, don’t I?” He joked, earning a mixture of a cry and a laugh from you. 

“Yeah...you do.” You finally said shakily, your voice hoarse, putting your own hand over his. He chuckled lightly in response, pulling you even somehow tighter against him. You started to relax a little the longer he held you, your sobs continuing on for a few minutes more as he did nothing but draw little patterns with his fingers across your torso and whispered "Love ya" over and over.  

If you wanted to hide under that dumb blanket? Grimmjow wasn’t going to stop you. But as long as he could be next to you as you hid from the world under there, crying whatever you needed to get out of your system? He wasn’t going to let you do it alone—and he sure as hell was going to murder whatever got you feeling like this afterward.  

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