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"I'm looking respectfully" well can you look at me like you're dying of a fever. like you're delirious and it hurts. like you're fighting desperately for your life.
town beauty!chubby fem reader x her friend, a farm boy who’s hopelessly in love with her and becomes a knight to be worthy of her hand in marriage (and to help financially provide for his family ofc!!!) ….. he’s skinny as a stick when he leaves, his limbs too long and boney for his body-
and when he comes back- grown into his long limbs, filled out with muscle and weight, scarred and oh sooo beefy, and still holding a candle for you? all shy and blushing when holding out a rose for you to take?? his letters left out how much his appearance has changed but you aren’t complaining……
This ask has had me in a chokehold for WEEKS
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Skinny little farmboy who has loved you since he was a child, ever since he laid eyes on you he's been infatuated, and although you lived in the same village, he rarely got to see you. He was so busy in the field and you were kept in your father's bakery most of the time. On the rare chance he got to see you, he was too nervous to approach you, admiring your beauty from afar.
His family is poor, poorer than yours, and his father keeps pushing him to join the palace knights and send his wages back to them so they can buy some pigs or goats. He doesn't want to, in two years you'll be old enough to marry and he wants to be the first to ask for your hand. But he isn't sure if he really deserves you. You're so beautiful even at fourteen, and he's certain that you'll grow lovelier with age. He just wants a chance to win your hand.
His father is pushy though, and he ends up sending for the king's knights to come and collect his son for training. When he finds out he'll be forced to join the knights brigade, he rushes to your home, presenting a bouquet of wild flowers as he rests on one knee on the soil in front of your door.
"Mr. Johnson," he says, voice trembling as he stares up at your burly father, "I-I am here to h-humbly ask for your daughter's h-h-hand in marriage."
You peek at him from the doorway, curious of the farmboy you've seen stare at you across the field, wondering who he truly is and why he wants to marry you.
"Go on, Theodore," your father says. "You're both too young to marry, and you have no assets to offer for her hand."
"I-I can get assets," he says quickly, standing on stick legs. "M-My father has signed me up to be a knight. I'll make a good wage and support her for her whole life. I promise, sir."
"Do you even know her name?" he asks. Theodore looks past your father at you.
"How could I not? Y/N is the most beautiful girl with the most beautiful name I've ever heard. I love her."
You gasp quietly, face burning hot. You've had people call you beautiful many times, but no one has said they loved you besides your parents and siblings. Your heart races at the thought of this strange boy truly loving you. Your father sighs, rubbing his neck before turning to you.
"She's too young right now..." He takes a deep breath, looking back at Theodore. "But if you two decide to marry when you're older, that's fine by me. It'd be good to have a knight in the family."
Theodore beams, looking at you. You're still staring at him shyly from behind the doorframe, anxious as he timidly walks up the steps and hands the wild flowers to you. You emerge and take them.
"Thank you," you mumble quietly, looking up at him with doe eyes. This is the closest he's ever been to you and he's amazed at how beautiful you are up close.
"I'll..." He swallows hard, clenching his fists. "I'll go be a knight for as long as I have to. I'll make enough money to take care of you forever. Will you wait for me?"
You blink up at him, heart racing.
"O-Okay," you agree, flushing when he smiles wide. He bows before running off to his house.
By dusk, you see a horse with a knight go to his house and leave with him. You watch until he disappears from view.
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Over the years, you grow. Your frame widens and becomes plump and full, and your beauty only matures with age. You get a few marriage offers from other men in the village, but you always decline, Theodore on the back of your mind.
He writes to you constantly. You receive letters weekly, even more than that sometimes, and you always reply. He talks about training, how difficult it is but how it gets easier with time, how he misses you more and more with each passing day. He asks questions about you, what you like and dislike, he wants to know everything while he's away. You think about him in all your quiet moments, wondering how he's doing, if he's eating plenty and sleeping well. You want him to be okay.
He thinks of you more than you do him. All of his thoughts are consumed by you, whether he is training or trying to fall asleep, it's always you. He wants to see you, see that beautiful face that he dreams about every day. He often finds himself touching his manhood to the thought of you. He knows it's probably sinful to think of you in such a way, but when he reads your letters by candlelight, sees the way you write his name with curling letters, he thinks of those hands touching him, caressing him, holding him, and he loses control. He's fallen more in love with you with each letter he receives, and he prays that you will reject any proposals you get so that the two of you can be together.
Years pass, you age. His letters keep coming, but you haven't seen him in almost a decade. If you didn't see his handwriting, you would have thought he was a figment of your imagination.
Your father has died and you have taken up his bakery. Theodore's father has died as well, but he did not return for the funeral due to the war. The letters pause for some time, making you worry. Did he go off to fight in the war? Will he make it back? If not, will you ever know?
One day in August, there's a knock on your cabin door. When you open it, there's a large man standing on your porch, rippling with muscles and scars and body hair, holding wild flowers.
"May I help you?" you ask hesitantly, wondering who this stranger could be. He looks to you, a lovesick expression on his face. He clears his throat and goes down on one knee, holding up the bouquet he picked.
"Do you remember me, Y/N?" You furrow your brow, taking a step forward. He seems like a stranger, but his hair and his eyes...
Your eyes widen.
"Theodore?" you ask in astonishment. He smiles wide.
please expand on izuku’s cancerian need to put things in his mouth🙏is oral fixation a typical cancer trait? either way i agree
absolutely!
cancer is ruled by the moon (the moon, in some interpretations, is said to rule the mouth, teeth, and digestive system!) + cancer's associated body part is the stomach! plus, cancer people are known to pick up "fixations"! being highly sensitive makes them more likely to fall into familiar patterns that others would call "obsessions".
shutting up... izuku's need to have his mouth on you is just linked to him knowing you care deeply for him. having you there feels like the opposite of rejection and potential abandonment (esp for such the "primal" act biting is). you're there, real, and letting him be like thisss to you lol.
it's talking your ear off at first then it's kissing (everywhere, but esp under your clothes) until it's sucking marks. then it's oral (there isn't a place on you his mouth has not touched... NO! PLACE! but he likes ur ears the most...) and then biting when he can't communicate it all.
no i don't think those characters are siblings i think they're friends. I don't think that's their mom I actually think she's their friend. I don't think they're related actually I think they're friends with each other.
the worst part of misery as an adult is that the world keeps spinning. you cry until your head swims and your hands shake, but the pan is still unwashed. the sun still comes up and the drive to work is still 24 minutes there and back, 48 minutes you bleed away every day.
i do indeed think izuku would a be winnie the pooh kid that grows up to a winnie the pooh man. dorm life is what taught him that no, most guys do not only wear a shirt, socks/slippers, and their underwear around.
i just know your f/o is the most jealous person alive, it eats at them inside like a live wire but you wouldn’t know that because god forbid you would realize just how possessive they can get when it comes to you
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