#jaejerjaques grimmjow

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Grimmjow: Out of the way Kurosaki *shoves him*

Ichigo: Fine, you see if you can get the door open then!

Grimmjow: I'm an expert at picking locks.

Grimmjow: *punches a hole in the wall next to the door*

Grimmjow: Okay let's go!

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Grimmjow: I suck at apologies so...unfuck you, or whatever, Kurosaki.

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Grimmjow: So what's on your mind, Kurosaki?

Ichigo: Personally, I think Romeo and Juilet could've handled the situation better.

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Tessai: Let's not throw out the 'quitting' idea too quickly. It has a quiet dignity to it.

Ichigo: Quiet dignity?

Grimmjow: Have you met us?

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Urahara: Ichigo, does Grimmjow remember anything from his human days?

Ichigo: Yeah, but it's kind of a patchwork of knowledge.

Urahara: What do you mean?

Ichigo: Hey Grimmjow, who painted The Great Wave off Kanagawa?

Grimmjow: Katsushika Hokusai in or around 1831 through a process and tradition called ukiyo-e. Why?

Ichigo: Great, now what does this say. *points to a package in front of Grimmjow with the words 'do not consume'*

Grimmjow: *Burps* Tch, you know I can't read, Kurosaki.

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Ichigo: And then--Grimmjow stop! Let me finish this story-

Grimmjow: That's what I'm trying to prevent.

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Urahara: Boil me up some Mt. Dew boys, it's gonna be a long night.

Ichigo: You could've said literally anything else.

Grimmjow: Cauldron boil, cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble.

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Grimmjow: Kurosaki is in the soul society right now, so I guess I'll cut the sleeves off his shirts.

Urahara: Why?

Grimmjow: He's about 80% of my impulse control.

Urahara: Why his shirts?

Grimmjow: He keeps the impulse control. I keep the pettiness.

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Karakura DnD Part 3

Grimmjow, filling out his character sheet: Alignment...straight?

Urahara, Yoruichi, Tessai, half of the soul society, and Ichigo: *laughs*

Grimmjow:...alright then.

Later on, while trying to mug someone in game

Uryu: What alignment are you?

Grimmjow: I don't care, I want his sword. Is that an alignment?

Ichigo, already taking his shirt off: Yes.

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Urahara: Grimmjow, be nice.

Grimmjow: I'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual.

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Grimmjow, talking to a stray alley cat: What's wrong with you?

Cat: Meow

Grimmjow: Yeah, but where?

Ichigo: You can understand him?

Grimmjow: You can't?

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Urahara: Hello Grimmjow, I'll get to drawing your blood as soon as I finish my Capri Sun. *misses the hole 4 times then punches a hole through the pouch*

Grimmjow, sweating: Kurosaki, get me out of here!

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Ichigo: I just found out my zanpaktou Zangetsu is trying to kill me.

Grimmjow:...

Grimmjow: Your zanpakuto...the hollow.

Ichigo: *nods earnestly*

Grimmjow: That must've been quite a shock to you.

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Ichigo, bandaging up Grimmjows gigai wounds: Okay, how would you rate your pain?

Grimmjow: Zero stars.

Ichigo:

Grimmjow: Would not recommend.

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Weekend Challenge #5

Challenged by: @m34gs

Words: 846

Words: pierce, sunrise

Genre/Trope: First Kiss

Warning: none

  Ichigo sighed in the mirror and shook his head, trying to pull his nerves up and out of his mind like a particularly stringy piece of carnival taffy, as he ran fingers through unruly hair.

He was gonna do it.

He was finally gonna kiss that blue-haired, fang mouthed bastard. On the lips. With a little luck, (and few teeth) they’d both enjoy it.

Would he get his eyes clawed out? It was a possibility.

Could he already feel a particularly sharp fang pierce his nose? On the good nostril no less? Absolutely.

Would he regret it? Also maybe, yes.

Was he still going to kiss Grimmjow?

Hell yeah.

“Will you quit posturing and get moving? It’ll be sunrise before you leave if you keep it up,” Kon whined from a comfy spot on Ichigo’s favorite pillow. The human shot him a glare, debating to throw a pillow at him or not. Deciding against, Ichigo turned away.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Ichigo shot back, glaring back once more at his mod-souled minion. Grabbing a jacket off the back of his desk chair, he left, shutting the door behind him.

“I see you didn’t disagree with the posturing part,” Kon said to himself, as he watched Ichigo’s retreating form.

  ….

“Took you long enough, fuck nuts,” Grimmjow growled from his position on top of a large boulder. Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch at the new nickname. He must’ve gotten some of Yoruichi’s reading material.

The training bunker was much the same as it always was. Lots of rocks, some sand, dirty. Boulders jutting out of the ground irregularly. A canyon far off, because Urahara had the self-control of a toddler with a fork.

“Tch, I’m five minutes early, you dick.” Ichigo couldn’t help the fond smile spreading across his face. Why this idiot had to get under his skin and affections, was beyond him. The how was another matter entirely.

“I got here first, so that makes you late.” Grimmjow was smirking as he talked, looking like a cat that stole a fish and ate it all up in front of the fisherman. Ichigo sighed.

“That’s…not how that works,” he said, watching as the arrancar jumped down from his perch and stalked over, eyes narrowed on him.

“Why you still in your human body?”

Ichigo felt heat rush up his neck and into his face, suddenly nervous. Was he really going to go back on his decision now? Swallowing hard, he looked into hypnotizing blue eyes and froze in his spot. This…wasn’t what he’d planned on.

He and Grimmjow had been dancing around for months and months like moths around a flame. Fluttering wings around in some intricate, all meaningful yet simultaneously meaningless dance. A comment here, an unusually soft brush of fingers there, faces always getting closer, never farther away.

“Yo, Kurosaki, you still there?”

Ichigo jolted out of his daze, noticing the arrancar was right in front of him, head cocked slightly to the side, leaning over him just slightly. Had it always been this hot in Urahara’s training bunker? It felt a little stuffy. A beat of sweat rolled down the exposed skin of Grimmjow’s neck and all Ichigo could do was stare, wishing that was his tongue instead.

“You got a fever or somethin’?”

Grimmjow looked more amused than anything, taking a small step forward, crowding against him.

Ichigo could feel himself losing all sense of…he wasn’t sure. Decorum, maybe? Why was Grimmjow so close? He needed to step back, there’s no way he could kiss him if he was so disheveled. He couldn’t kiss him if he was gonna—

“Lemme check,” Grimmjow said with a hungry smirk, leaning down and pressing his lips against the corner of Ichigo’s mouth, before moving and pressing hot lips on his own.

Blinking a couple of times, Ichigo growled, mouth parting slightly, and bit down on Grimmjow’s plump bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth. The arrancar’s eyes fluttered closed as he let out a pleased hiss, running his tongue against Ichigo’s teeth, hands wandering up his chest and tugging on his jacket, bringing their chests flush together. Any closer, and they’d be sharing the same skin, not that Ichigo would mind.

Wrapping one arm around Grimmjow’s waist, he carded the other through his unfairly soft blue locks, scratching at his scalp with blunt nails. Grimmjow lolled his head back, voice so low and rumbly it almost sounded like a purr.

“Well, you two are certainly having a good time~~” a familiar voice sing-songed to their left. Both sets of eyes shot open as they parted.

The pair growled simultaneously, turning glares towards the sneaky shopkeeper, who was waving his fan on himself and Yoruichi.

“By all means, please continue.”

Grimmjow caught his eyes and nodded, once. Well, at least that was settled. As Ichigo released himself from his body, joining Grimmjow in their crusade against the nutty duo, he couldn’t help thinking that wasn’t exactly how he expected his first kiss with the arrancar to go.

But he could see many more in the future.

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Grimmjow, in his gigai: Kurosaki! Did you know a human can start screaming anywhere? It's not illegal or anything!

Ichigo: Oh God