Drabble— Longing

i want miles to stuff me full, like a turkey on thanks giving

happy thanks giving!

Happy thanks giving!

Naruto Masterlsit

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→ Hashirama Senju

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→ Jiraiya of the Great Three

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→ Orochimaru of the Great Three

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→ Indra Otsutsuki

Continuing their legacy

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→ Ashura Otsutsuki

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SAFFRON

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DARK GOLDENROD

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GOLDEN BROWN

FIELD DRAB

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GRADIENT

i planned for One-Sided to come maybe 1-2 weeks ago but I'm giving her so much character for like her background "chapter" before the actual books starts and like its crazy of what I've came up with like this can take like another week if i keep going

Oooooo— it’s alright! Let your imagination run wild, sometimes giving a character a detailed background really lets the story run smoother! Take your time :))!

Side Story - unwelcoming touches

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#SYNOPSIS—Colonel Quaritch has a brilliant plan

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere,dark quaritch, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, non-consensual touching, stalking, creepy behavior, abuse of power, delusional, implications of noncon/dubcon(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— colonel Miles Quaritch

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When he first laid eyes on you the Colonel thought you were nothing more but a pretty little thing. Arm candy if you will— for him that is. You’re in the corner of his vision in every room he walks in, with a nice buttoned blouse, a tight skirt that amplified your body and bright red heels. They way you bat your eyelashes and flash a darling smile towards the men. A vixen— he thinks. He sees the way other men look at you, the way their eyes darken with desire. He doesn’t blame them but he does blame you. You are the reason why their heads turn, why they turn into mindless fools. He’s no better than them— and that frustrates him.

At one point his frustration boils to the top, he wants nothing more but to have you in his grasp. A pretty little thing like you underneath him is but a man’s filthy dream. His feelings for you only progress due to the various encounters he’s had with you. At one point he thought you were outright looking for him— a chance to seduce him seeing as how many times he’s run into you. The gears turn in his head and in the end he decides to take the advantage presented to him. In the chances he runs into you he makes sure he’s known.

He’s a man who demands respect and screams authority. He walks with confidence, head high and broad shoulders squared. His heartbeat quickens in anticipation as he hears the echoing click of your heels. He can't help but seize the opportunity when he sees you coming around the corner. He collides into you, or more accurately, you collide into him. His arms tightened around your waist like a serpent, steadying your balance against him. The soft plush of your body pressing against him as you stared up at him like a deer in headlights. ❝ Colonel— ❞ You’re hands pushed against his chest trying to get out of his grip, the way you squirmed in his grasp was oddly cute.

❝ Now where are you off to in such a hurry? ❞ His hand came up to caress the side of your cheek but to his displeasure you had flinched from his touch. His eyes narrowed, displeased with your rejection at his touch. He gripped the side of your cheek firmly, seeing your eyes tearing up, lips grimacing and chin trembling. He would give anything to watch your cheeks flush and be the reason your tears trickle down your cheeks. He could feel your heartbeat pounding against your ribs, was he the reason you were nervous? Why your legs were shaking and knees knocking together, was he the reason for that? Or was it someone else?

His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together. Anger coursed through his veins, like a blazing inferno. We’re you with someone else? Flashing them your pearly white teeth, laughing and giggling with them. Acting all friendly with any bastard that comes your way. Is that why your shaking? Had you come back from fooling around with someone? His fingers dug into the flesh of your cheekbone. Shooting pain coursed through your cheekbone, as you hissed in pain ❝You’re hurting me— ❞ His grip on your cheekbones softened, thumb caressing against your soft skin in an apologetic way.

A look of bitterness and jealousy swept across his face, he supposes there’s only one way to figure it out. His hand slid down brushing the side of your hips, gaze set firmly in the way your knees locked together. He could picture unsavory images of you bedding another man, legs spread open and head thrown back in pleasure. His teeth gnashed against each other— that won’t do. No— he’ll have to see proof itself you weren’t out there fooling with another. And with you acting so docile— well who was he to deny?

❝ Colonel?—❞

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YANDERE’S COMFORTING THEIR PARTNER

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#SYNOPSIS— general headcanons of yandere comforting their partner

#WARNING(s)—stalking, unhealthy obsession

( Itachi Uchiha || Deidara )

You were his beloved. Someone he truly loved and cherished and wouldn’t trade for the world. He knew your little ticks and what would make you twitch. He knew when you were sad and when you were happy. He understand you far more than anyone else ever could, even you. He takes great pride in such a thing, sure others would be fooled by your calm collective exterior but not him. No—never him. Every little twitch, every blink or eyes vacant lost in thought he’s got the idea that’s something happened, something is wrong. And he’ll figure it out one way or another. He’s not a very communicative man so his gestures of love would be acts of services or lending an ear to your troubles.

He would sit down with you, patiently and quietly. Placing down a nice cup of warm tea for you to drink. He’ll ask questions, questions that aren’t even tune with the subject you were bothered with. He’ll coax you into a false sense of security before cooling and striking. His words would be coated with honey, but the undertone would have a silver snakes tongue. The conversation would taken an unexpected twist, his charcal eyes narrowing down at you. Eyes flickering red as he progressed your words. He’ll make sure to get rid of the problem, he’ll make sure your happy and content with your life next to him. But there’s always the probability where you decide to keep your mouth shut and refuse to touch the subject. Believe him, he has other ways to make sure your babbling by the end of the night.

This man won’t notice at the beginning, it’ll take him a few days to understand somethings wrong before finally taking action. Unlike him you manage to have a collective exterior, able to control your feelings/emotions something that he can’t possibly do. He’s not someone to settle down and sit to talk about your problems. Instead he’ll try little tricks and trinkets to bring back your smile. It’ll start of with him creating small clay animals and exploding them, perhaps even creating a small play where they each explode in a tragic end.

If it helps in any way he’ll bully Tobi and cause chaos among the Akatsuki hideout.He’ll even bother Sasori just for the hell of it. He wants to see you smile, it doesn’t matter if he looks like a complete fool while doing it. He’ll buy dango along with other sweet treats. All that matters is you and your well being. He’ll grin, munching on dango as he talked about his day, he wants to get your mind off what’s bothering you, in no way would someone/something else have your attention. Only he can have such a delicacy of your gaze upon him.

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Side story— Unexpected

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#SYNOPSIS- an unexpected outcome happens

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of babytrapping, talks of abortion, implications of noncon/dubcon, unwanted pregnancy, talks of miscarriage, implications of physical abuse, talks of death(?), older man/younger woman, obsession, possessive, yandere, implications of platonic yandere

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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❝ Fuck— Fuck! ❞ countless items were scattered across the floor, you threw everything that was near— a vase with nice decorated flowers gifted by the man that had brought you down to situation. Clothes that were gifted by him— accessories that he gifted you. Your voice grew louder, pulse racing and breath labored— your muscles were tensed as you could feel your blood boiling. With nothing else near your reach you were left restlessly

Your fingers fidgeted, restless to distract your attention somewhere else. The taunting thin blue lines however seemed to be mocking you. Numerous pregnancy test were scattered across the floor, they weren’t easy to get either— your fingers crept up towards your hair pulling at the rots. You aren’t ready to be a mother— to have a child. Tears welled up in frustration— this wasn’t possible. You were careful— you were sure of it. Had taken the morning after pill religiously— even if you were reassured that a condom would be used. An ugly expression crept up your face, your fingers balled into a fist and slammed them down on the cement.

A profanity of curses escaped past your lips, ❝ That damn dog— That Bastard! ❞ it was no secret who the father of your unborn child is— or rather clump of cells. There was still time— to get rid of it. As cruel as it sounds it was reasonable wasn’t it? How can you bring a child into such a cruel world? This was no life and neither was earth. How can you even be pregnant? As much as you wanted to delude yourself into thinking all the pregnancy test were false there was no denying the truth. The morning sickness and lack of period was enough confirmation for you.

But even then— none of this made sense. You couldn’t be pregnant, you were careful— too careful. Hell maybe you could even call yourself paranoid. The Colonel— no Miles had done something. He had begun to act oddly one day. You knew him well— too well. He was up to something— at one point you had devised a plan to find out. Much to your horror— Miles had began dreaming of building a family with you. He whispered his desires and dreams when he thought you were asleep, hand caressing your stomach. You laid wide awake that night, unable to sleep. And now here you are pregnant— what a fuckin coincidence isn’t it? He did something— he is the reason why you were pregnant.

You held no feelings for this man— couldn’t even bear to think of having a child with him. You despised him— but there was a perk to this unique relationship with him. You would use his affections not only for you benefit but for the avatar program as well. If all you had to do was batt your eyelashes at him or whispering sweet nothings into his ear, you can get him to consent to a small favor for you— of course they were never small. There were even talks of regaining peace with the na’vi when the destruction and attacks were cut down by the RDA. So what if you were using him? In the end you were that one that was fulfilling his never ending lust.

You had relatively managed to clam yourself down, the pregnancy test weren’t false nor were they wrong. You were pregnant— that is a fact. Not once had you missed taking the pill— so how could this happen? Unless the pills were fake. You scrambled towards your room, searching aimlessly for the bottle of pills. Popping the cap bottle, the pills scattered across the floor. You analyzed each of the pills, nothing seemed wrong with them. Until the sweet sugary smell met your nose— they were placebos. They didn’t crumble with the slightest touch of pressure unless there was force applied. Sugar pills— they were sugar pills. You’ve been eating sugar pills for months.

Anger bubbled within your chest, how have you not noticed you’ve been eating sugar pills for months? You were an idiot— a fool— You had asked Miles for the pills seeing as you had no other way to get them. But for how long have you been a fool in his eyes? You trusted him— you never thought he would do something as vile as this. Either way, what’s done is done. There is no way to get out of this situation. It would be impossible to terminate this pregnancy— sure there were doctors stationed here in Pandora but they weren’t the type of doctor you needed. God knows they don’t have the necessary equipment either. Abortion isn’t possible— a miscarriage is possible but even than such a feat would be dangerous.

Tears blurred your vision, there was no way out of this scenario. You were stuck— and you refused to even entertain the thought of going to Miles. If anything he would be ecstatic of the news. It’s what he wanted— and he got it. He wanted a family and it’s now possible— he wants to be father. He is going to be father. But you can rob him of that experience— you can rob him of being present. And with that in mind you had decided there and than you would leave.

It wasn’t going to be easy— not with soldiers stationed at every corner of the building, being kept under his watchful eye was difficult to get out of. But that wouldn’t stop you from packing your bags. With your mind made up you had decided to flee— Grace was going to meet you at Site 26. But to get there you would need a chopper. Thankfully— Trudy had taken pity on your situation. She was someone you often confided in and was quick to realize the true colors of your relationship with the Colonel. Often— she would help in hiding you; away from his leering gaze. You were grateful for her help— knowing once the colonel caught wind of what you had done— and what she had done a punishment would be laid out for her ‘ insubordination ‘

Grace had welcomed you with open arms, ushering you inside as she rambled about her latest data collection. The place was in shambles to say the least— papers scattered across the floor and counters— it was Grace’s way of coping through her grief. Her wound was still fresh— unable to accepted what happened— the school was attacked by the RDA— ultimately resulting in the death of na’vi children. It was a difficult time for Grace— while you held no bonds with the na’vi you were still sympathetic towards them. But alas earth was dying and in need of resources fast— it was crue but it was to be done.

You settled down rather quickly, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the comforting presence Grace offered. You told her of your troubles; finding it difficult to keep it a secret. She was furious to say the least— insulted him with every curse she knew. A part of you was was overjoyed to see you weren’t alone in this situation; you had someone by your side — a part of you resented her for it after all none of this would of happened if it wasn’t for her

And she knew that— why else would she be so kind? The days had gone by quick— they were peaceful on your part. Morning sickness was a pain to get through— it left you exhausted and unable to cope with any other type of food that had a strong odor.

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But the peace wouldn’t last for long— a chopper had landed near the site, a group of soldiers came rushing in with none other than Colonel Miles Quaritch leading his group of men. He had a mean look on his face, he stormed in; slamming doors against the walls. Grace was quick to stand up to your defense, a bubble of anger churning in her stomach. She despised him— oh how she hated him. She didn’t hold back on her curses, calling him every single profanity she could. She did anything to distract him from you— it’s the least she could

She was detained by his group of men, yelling her to calm down as she struggled against their cuffs. They dragged her off towards the chopper claiming Parker wanted to have a word with her due to her ‘ negligence’ You were alone now— with no one to protect you from the terrifying beast. A brief silence washed over, he kissed his teeth in annoyance ❝Found you— had me runnin’ around the base lookin for you ❞ his voice drawled out ❝— so, you what? Decided to run? Didn’t exactly think this through did you, Princess? ❞ his steps were menacing as he loomed over you. He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone— an act of affection you were familiarized with. He gently coaxed your eyes to look up and meet his own— he looked relieved.

His other palm slid up your waist tugging you towards him. He tucked you underneath his chin, pressing against you— as if he was trying to mold your body to his. He relaxes for a brief moment of time, only able to calm himself feeling your warmth pressed up against his chest. His muscles loosen, eyes hazing; he wonders how things came to be like this— how he became like this. If you weren’t so supple and sweet— if you didn’t fit perfectly against him and make the prettiest of sounds for him— it wouldn’t of come to this. For a long time, there was a silence between you two. Then, he smiled, pearly white teeth shown, ❝ You know, for a while I thought it wasn’t gonna take, seeing as how many times my seed never took— but imagine my surprise when I find out you’re expecting— expecting my kid. My son— you didn’t exactly make it hard to find out ❞

His fingers pressed against your skin— bruising, almost, ❝you’re being an irresponsible mother to our son ❞ he hissed through his clenched teeth. ❝ Taken my son away from me— from his father ❞ You’re body trembled beneath his brushing holding, Miles notices it immediately; eyes softening in response. He releases a sigh; wary and tired— exhausted. A remorseful look crossed his face— but only a second; back to a stern cold look. He directly looks toward your protruding belly, his hand caresses your small bump— you have the urge to slap his hand away; to scream and yell. Do anything in your power to cause him harm, ❝ Things are going to change— starting with your attitude ❞

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