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Shinya: -Growll ~ /Do I look like a zombie? )0))/

Shinoa: -Gaoww~
Shinya: -Growll?…~

Shinya: -Growll!..
Shinoa: -Gaowww!!!
Shinya: /They aren’t speaking like this! It must be like a../ -…Groowwwwlllll !
Shinoa: -Gurgurgur!
Shinya: -… /What is that?…/

Kureto: Grrrrrrrr…

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It was drawn to Russian ask group of ons~
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What’s Bred in the Bone: Part IV

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part IV of ??? - Part I - Part II - Part III

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anonymous asked:

Aaaaaa I love your blog !! May I ask you to do a scenario of Yuri p. With a pregnant s/o in her 3rd trimester

Thank you so much, darling! And of course! I hope I did it justice!

“YURI!”

Yuri Plisetsky fell out of the bed, with a loud “FUCK” and scrambled to his feet. Sleep blurred his vision, and he slipped about four times until he could balance properly on his feet. Despite the fact he was wearing nothing but boxers and a simple t-shirt, he grabbed the car keys on his bedside table and ran to where he heard your scream.

“What, what the fuck, what, what, what, is it-” He began, his voice rushed and slurred from drowsiness. He hastily rubbed his eyes, and squinted through the bright light of the kitchen at you, probably writhing in pain or-

Or rummaging through the fridge almost desperately.

“What the f-” He began, before you looked over your shoulder at him with the most tearful eyes he ever saw in his life. Instantly his growlling impatience diminished and he stared at you cluelessly, with absolutely no idea what to do.

You looked like you were on the brink of sobbing your heart out, as if a family member died, or worse, him. And as you turned to him, your lips trembling, he reached out half-heartedly. Rushing into his arms (even though he let out a grunt and sucked in his belly before yours could hit against him, still cautious of the baby) you finally burst into tears.
“What is it, hm?” He mumbled, still cautious of what could possibly have you riled up. He still remembered countless times where you cried at GEICO commercials for crying outloud. 

“Th-the baby…” You started in a watery voice. He froze.

“Th-the baby… is hungry and I am too and there’s no chicken in the fridge.” You ended your sentence with a giant sob that tore through your chest. Yuri’s tense muscles relaxed, and he looked down at you with the most dead-inside expression ever.

“Are you kidding me…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Kitchen duty again… He should have expected it. He should have. What the fuck. Why was this a good idea.
Taking a deep breathe, Yuri collected himself, and gently pat your head. You looked up, and even though the reason behind it was ridiculous, your sad, sad eyes messed his heart upside-down and sideways.

“Okay, look.” He said in a gentle voice. He had learned to be a lot more gentle than his usual gentle-mode was, ever since you both learned you were pregnant. “I’ll go out and get whatever you need, okay? Just list everything, and I’ll get it right now. But!” And here, he began pushing you, gently of course, towards the couch, “You gotta promise you’re not going to move an inch from the couch.”

You opened your mouth to speak-

“Not an inch!” Yuri cried, pointing at you with a knowing look. Probably because last time he left, the moment he came back he found you leaning against the kitchen counter, crying as you looked through the photo album your parents left during their last visit.

“Fine.” You mumbled.

Once you finished listing off the other things you had a sudden desire over (peanut butter, milk, tomato soup, etc), Yuri placed a blanket over your legs, kissed your forehead, then your large baby bump, and left the house. 
The teen working at the cash register looked at Yuri with strange eyes, and seeing as how it was half past 12 at night, he couldn’t blame her. But what mattered was that he had everything you needed, and when he got back home, he would be able to finally sleep.

He didn’t like watching you eat. Well, he did before, but after seeing the strange concoctions you made, he didn’t have the stomach for it. But when he heard you sigh in satisfaction, leaning back in your chair, he smiled. As long as you were pleased and not crying, Yuri was happy.

As he collected your plates, and kissed your head, he yawned. Glancing at the stove clock, it was already 1:45 AM, and he was more than ready to go to sleep. 
“You good?” He called over to you in a sleepy voice. His eyelids were already beginning to feel heavy, and he swore if you needed anything else he would scream.

“Mhm.” You mumbled, looking thoughtful.

“Thank god.” He sighed, before stretching, “I’m heading to bed. You coming?”

“Mm… nah…” You answered back in the same thoughtful tone. Yuri glanced at you curiously.

“Why? What’s keeping you?” He asked, slightly impatient. If you were awake any longer you’d probably find something else to crave.
“My water broke.” You sighed.

“whAT THE FU CK-”