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Femcel media recommendations
Films:
Lady Bird (2017)
The Love Witch (2016)
Girl interrupted (1999)
The Virgin Suicides (1999)
Black swan (2010)
I, Tonya (2017)
Jennifer's Body (2010)
Gone Girl (2014)
Speak (2004)
Thirteen (2003)
Albums:
Twilight - Bôa
Be the Cowboy - Mitski
Puberty 2 - Mitski
Retired from Sad, New Career in Business - Mitski
Lush - Mitski
Bury Me At Makeout Creek - Mitski
Ultraviolence - Lana del Rey
Born to Die - Lana del Rey
Norman Fucking Rockwell - Lana del Rey
Who Really Cares - TV Girl
French Exit - TV Girl
Electra Heart - Marina
The Family Jewels - Marina
OK Computer - Radiohead
Celebrity Skin - Hole
Live Through This - Hole
Pretty On The Inside - Hole
Visions - Grimes
Around the Fur - Deftones
Melanchole - Salvia Palth
Lungs - Florence and the Machine
Stranger in the Alps - Phoebe Bridgers
Pure Heroine - Lorde
Melodrama - Lorde
When the Pawn... - Fiona Apple
Tidal - Fiona Apple
Cry Baby - Melanie Martinez
Books:
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Girl, Interrupted - Susanna Kaysen
The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides
Looking for Alaska - John Green
Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
Girl in Pieces - Kathleen Glasgow
The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky
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Hi, honey! I read your post about Kakyoin with a long-distance relationship and I loved it! And I don't really know if you're taking requests, so feel free to ignore this if you want, but if you do, can I request Kakyoin proposing to the reader?
You can take your time! Thank you!<3
I’m so glad you liked the post! :) I do take writing requests, so it's no problem at all. Not to mention a proposal idea is just too cute! Thank you so much for the support and I hope you enjoy <3
Headcanons + Drabbles. Everybody lives AU; Kakyoin still experiences discomfort due to injuries
Warnings(s): None
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Proposing: Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader
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Kakyoin wakes to the beeping noise of his morning alarm, snatching a good night’s rest from his grasp. Taking in a deep breath, his eyes pry open and flutter to adjust in the dark. At your own request, the window shades have all been drawn in order to “Shield us both from intrusive morning light.”
Beneath the comforter, his body is curled up against you and turned away from his alarm clock. His torso is twisted in place, and his legs reach across the bottom half of your shared mattress. One of his arms is wrapped delicately around your waste, trapped between your side and the bed. His other arm found it’s way over your shoulder in his sleep. In return, your head is tucked underneath his chin. It’s often where you choose to lay your head; where his scent is the strongest. Both of your arms are wrapped securely around him and your fingertips knuckle the fabric of his nightshirt. And for good measure, your leg is draped over both his own.
Unfortunately, now is not the time to continue cuddling. His alarm is still screaming at him, and thanks to sleeping in a contorted position, within the depths of his stomach a sore knot makes it’s presence known to him. Kakyoin squirms and shuffles, attempting to pull his body from you as quietly as he can. It’s a futile effort. His abdomen is begging him to stop moving and you’re not budging.
Not to mention Kakyoin simply doesn’t have it in him to shove you off. If he must wake you, he’s doing it as gently as possible. Laying still again, he lightly taps your arm. Receiving nothing but a deep breath from you, he instead gives you two small pushes. He says in a hushed whisper, “Y/n... dear, please, you got to let go of me…”
You let out a tired grunt, breathing in sharply. Not fully yet awake, you merely nuzzle into his chest and tighten your grip on him. “Turnnoff the 'larm...” you slur groggily.
Chuckling, he explains calmly, “I want to... but you have to let me go.”
“Reach.”
“You misunderstand; I physically cannot. I can't turn over,” he tries, giving you a playful poke on the arm. Lifting his hand to your shoulder, he plants a chaste kiss to the top of your head. Earning a giggle from you, he does so again. Over and over he trails kisses on your head. Between them, he notes in a know-it-all-tone, “You know... the alarm would be long turned off by now if you’d stopped being so stubborn. Hmm?”
“I wouldn’t be so stubborn if you didn’t spoil me,” you quip, both body and mind more present.
“Hmm, true,” he admits, leaving the last of his kisses. In a single second the mood shifts, and the two of you calm down. “But I do have to get up for work,” Kakyoin reminds you, hating the responsibility in his tone.
Biting your lower lip, you let him listen to his alarm scream bloody murder instead of a reply.
The redhead opens his mouth to speak again, but is cut off by pressure lifting from his side. “You’re right,” you agree, a trying smile on your face, “The jig is up.”
Free from your hold, he rolls over in bed with ease. Sitting up is what makes him hesitant, letting out a soft sound of frustration while slowly doing so. Wasting no more time, he shuts off the alarm with a harsh smack. In one quick motion, his feet are thrown off the bed and blankets are tossed aside.
You watch him carefully while touching the now-empty space next to you, running your fingers along indents in the mattress. Sitting up as well, Kakyoin’s silhouette is admittedly barely visible in the dark. Still, you can make out his large bang reacting to every shift he makes. Next, your gaze drops to his hunched shoulders. You frown; Kakyoin likes to sits upright if he can help it. And judging by the curve of his back, he’s arched inwards, and it looks as though his right hand is covering his chest.
Your eyes stick to him intensely. “Are you hurting?”
Kakyoin stiffens. “A little. I just need to sit up for a moment.”
“Do you need your pain killers?”
“I’ll take them before I leave; don’t worry. I just-…” his free hand wipes his face, “I just slept in an awkward position, that’s all.”
He hears the bed suddenly creak softly as, he assumes, you move closer to him. A sudden dip in the mattress occurs behind him, and your hand lightly touches his shoulder- confirming what he already knew.
“I’m sorry, Noriaki… I shouldn’t have-“
“It’s not your fault,” Kakyoin was quick to cut you off. “I appreciate you… I really do. But it happens sometimes. It’s nothing to apologize about, Y/n… I’m not mad at you. I promise.”
Your arms hesitantly wrap around him once again, careful to avoid even touching near his abdomen. Pausing first, you tilt your head to the side and rest it on the back of his shoulder. “I wish it didn’t; I hate seeing you in pain. I understand it’s your reality… I just wish you’d never gotten hurt…”
Kakyoin glances down at his midriff, a defeated look on his face. He’s grateful that you can’t see his sorry expression. After all, he can’t help but recognize it’s partly his fault that you worry about it so much. He hasn’t fully told you about what happened to him. You had met him when he was still having trouble walking on his own, and it’s always been clear that going therapy has been a constant in Kakyoin’s life since he was injured in the first place. If he can help it, he tries not to hide things from you.
But whenever he looks into your worried gaze, laced with confusion, he admittedly sweeps most of that part of his past under the rug. You are a bright star in his life, and he’s afraid to mess with your shine. He knows he’ll tell you the truth someday.
“Thank you, darling. It really does mean a lot to me,” he mumbles a reply. He feels your head nod behind him.
“Noriaki,” you whisper faintly, “I know it’s… I know it’s never stopped you from living your life. And I really respect you for that. It’s so admirable, but… just know I’m here to take care of you too, okay? You can tell me when you hurt. If we need to change how we sleep some nights then so be it. Please, just… if there’s anything I can do, let me know. Okay?”
Your voice is so quiet one might assume you were hoping he wouldn’t hear. But Kakyoin does, and something about your words swell his heart immediately. A tension grows between the two of you- one that he isn’t even sure you’re aware of.
Kakyoin’s chest tightens. Not with pain, but instead with a longing so deeply ingrained inside him he wasn’t sure it was even there. It’s a simple, but intense desire that before meeting you, was mostly buried under his youthful belief that he wasn’t destined to be with anyone. As a teenager, he would have been shocked to learn he would connect with a person deep enough to date them for years- much less, live with them. Especially after an infamous trip to Egypt, finding someone to spend the rest of his life with was beyond his imagination.
But you’re here; Kakyoin can feel your body against his. Your breath lightly fans the material of his nightshirt, and he can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his upper back.
The reality of his life, and how it’s so seamlessly intertwined with yours, is so jarring. How can you be willing to sit with him at five in the morning, only awake to watch him leave? His heart cries and pounds against his chest. God... how did he wind up so lucky?
Glancing back at you, something new shines in his gaze. His expression is soft and sentimental, but within the pupils of his violet eyes lies a special kind of emotion fueled by motivation just discovered.
“I understand... and I love you,” he finally replies. “I will give you a call if the pain keeps up today.”
With that, Kakyoin gave you a brief ‘goodbye’ kiss before getting up from the bed. He eventually made it to work late, much to his boss’s disappointment. Any lectures he received went in one ear and out the other. Kakyoin understands, and he means no disrespect. But it was worth it, because before his day even started, he made a silent promise to one day ask you to marry him.
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.ೃ࿔ Less than a week later, a very stressed Kakyoin pays Jotaro a frantic call. The call itself was a welcomed surprise. The dark-haired man answered his friend promptly, expecting a pleasant conversation or at least perhaps some lame gossip.
.ೃ࿔ What he wasn’t expecting, was spending an hour-long phone call trying to convince a panicked Kakyoin that you’d accept an engagement with him.
.ೃ࿔ It’s not that Kakyoin doesn’t think you will say yes. Of course not. He wouldn’t be considering proposing if he wasn’t sure you might want him to. You love him... he knows that. Your relationship has been wonderful, and everyday you spend together it only seems like the bond between you grows. Why wouldn’t you want to marry him...?
.ೃ࿔ Well, asking Jotaro won’t hurt.
.ೃ࿔ “I went into the jewelry store and everything, but… I just-… I-I second guessed myself and left without looking. I’ve never felt like this about anyone so… I don’t know… I was going to ask Polnareff, but he’s never been married. Do you think they’ll say yes? How do you know if it’s the right time- is it the right time?”
.ೃ࿔ There was a momentary silence over the line, and in that split second, his heart sunk. Just before a wave of doubt could smack Kakyoin clear across the continent, he heard a long sigh on the other end. “Good grief, you even sound like you’re sweating. Kakyoin, look-“ the redhead nodded (Despite it being a phone call), “-Y/n’s so into you it’s disgusting; I actively avoid being the third wheel to you two. So have some confidence and just ask them to marry you before they do it themself. Now for crying out loud will you calm down? I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”
.ೃ࿔ To the biologist’s credit, Kakyoin somehow found it reassuring.
.ೃ࿔ Given the type of individual Kakyoin is, there’s a good chance this has been his longest relationship- as well as one of his only. He takes his time and doesn’t waste it on people he’s not interested in. He looks for love, and with you, he’s sure he found it. Jotaro was right; if he wants to ask you to marry him he just needs to do it.
.ೃ࿔ Buying you a ring is still terrifying, though, even if he had walked into a jewelry store with his head held high. Kakyoin knows what he likes just fine, but when it comes to buying you things… he’s a bit more unsure. Especially when it’s a gift as special as this- he gets wrapped up in his own head. He second guesses whether or not you’d like a particular style. And if you’re the type who prefers a more “feminine” wedding ring, he’ll be even more lost.
.ೃ࿔ Make no mistake, this man just likes cherries enough to wear them on his ears. He knows next to nothing about jewelry.
.ೃ࿔ Regardless, his second jewelry store attempt was much more positive than the first. It isn’t too long before he’s picked something out for you, having made sure everything about it was just right (He was so attentive the jeweler didn’t like him by the time he officially bought the ring).
.ೃ࿔ He won’t be inclined to propose in front of a large crowd. Unless you somehow make it clear to him prior that’s what you hope for, he’s not going to do it. He is quite sentimental, and prioritizes picking a location special to the two of you over grandeur. He’s quite private and although he doesn’t mind the spotlight, he personally doesn’t seek it.
.ೃ࿔ In order to keep the proposal a secret, he simply invites you out on a date one night. Kakyoin kept most of the details from you. Apart from what would be appropriate for you to wear, he told you next to nothing about the date prior.
.ೃ࿔ To you, it wasn’t suspicious at all. Kakyoin clearly wanted the night to be special, but you got so swept up in it you hadn’t considered why he was nervously reaching for his handkerchief more than normal throughout. But he had been playful and cheeky whenever discussing the date with you. Sometimes you liked to surprise each other; that isn’t unusual in of itself. So you brushed it off.
.ೃ࿔ The night started with a pleasant evening dinner. You spent a couple of hours together at a lovely restaurant, sitting outside and enjoying the sunset. It was, admittedly, a long bill by the time you left. Two meals, a couple of drinks, and a few desserts nearly made you playfully suggest making a run for it.
.ೃ࿔ After dinner, Kakyoin took you on a drive to another surprise location. This time, he took you to a park about thirty minutes away from home. You had to cover your mouth to suppress a gasp when he pulled his car into the parking lot. It had been a few years since you and Kakyoin went.
.ೃ࿔ He took you there on one of your first dates. It had been a warm afternoon, and the date itself was spontaneous. Due to the nice weather, Kakyoin had called you and invited you on a walk. It was nothing special at first, and was so early on into your relationship that awkwardness was still present in the air around the two of you. But he had taken you to a small clearing along a trail. Flowers traced it’s concrete edges and trees above sheltered travelers from an unforgiving sun. You and him had sat together in silence on a bench, hand in hand. With cute nervousness, Kakyoin leaned his head in closer and the two of you shared your first kiss in the shade.
.ೃ࿔ You were taken aback, being brought there again, but it was a welcomed surprise.
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Kakyoin’s thumb lightly rubs the back of your hand, while the rest of his fingers interlaced with your own delicately. His hold often is, as if he worries he may break you if his grip ever becomes too tight. It’s thoughtful… and sweet. Just like the simple motion of his thumb stroking your skin like it’s fine porcelain.
Still, as cute as it is, I wish he’d say something.
Over the past few minutes, Kakyoin’s grown suspiciously quiet. Just meters ahead lies the clearing you once shared your first kiss together, and the redhead has nothing to say for it.
That’s odd, you note, Noriaki’s a victim of nostalgia. He should be bombarding me with stories right now. What gives?
Deciding to leave it be, your spirits lift upon entering the open area. The floral display still remains, as well as a handful of benches sprinkled across the short distance. Somehow, it feels even more serine and silent then in the past.
“It’s nice to be back here… isn’t it?” you smile, bouncing on the padding of your feet.
Squeezing your hand, Kakyoin then lets go of it in order to turn his body towards you completely. He returns your smile, much to your relief. “I agree… I take it you like the surprise?” he asks.
“I do, Noriaki. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Then… how… how do you feel about one more surprise?” he asks, hopefulness in his tone. His eyes meet yours, and they soften almost instantly. You glance down at his hands- they’re trembling. Whatever is on his mind, he’s anxious to tell you.
“Of course,” you nod, taking a step towards him.
Kakyoin pauses, slowly reaching for your hands as he begins. “Y/n… I know I tell you all the time, but I really do mean it when I say you I love you. I don’t… often meet people I feel inclined to get to know personally. But you caught my eye on day one, and have never since given me a reason not to fall deeper and deeper in love with you. And to my surprise, it turned out that you like me back and…” his gaze falls, “Y/n, I’ve recently realized that I’m never going to find anyone else who makes me as happy as you do.”
Kakyoin removes his hands from yours, shoving one inside his pant pocket in order to dig around. He struggles for a moment, and your heartbeat is loud in your ears from impatience. A bead of sweat drops down his face just as his eyes meet yours again.
“Y/n-“
“Noriaki-“ As he gets down on one knee, you gasp.
He pauses, waiting to hear if you’ll continue. When you don’t, he does instead, “Y/n… I never would have been able to guess where our first kiss would lead us. I admit that throughout entire relationship I’ve relied on my gut feelings when deciding on how to move forward; I need to trust in what I want.”
Your free hand moves to cover your mouth along with the other. Standing above Kakyoin with reddened cheeks and glossy eyes, his next actions don’t feel real. His movements are in slow motion. With tearful eyes himself, the redhead finally removes his hand from his pocket. You nearly faint. He’s holding a little black jewelry box.
“I’ve thought about it a lot, Y/n… and I know what I want for a next step,” Kakyoin takes in a deep breath, lifting the box up to Y/n. “I want to ask you… Y/n… my darling, please… will you marry me?”
Opening the box, he reveals a beautifuly crafted wedding ring that leaves your eyes as wide as dinner plates.
“Noriaki-“ you exclaim again, tears of joy pouring down your face and ruining any bit of makeup you may have applied prior to the date.
Kakyoin looks up at you with pleading eyes. He’s a patient man, and wants you to gather yourself. But he’s watching your every move, desperate for an answer.
“N-Noraki…” you try to start, nodding your head up and down repeatedly. The words are caught in your throat, but all at once you fall apart. Tears fall freely and you cry out, “Yes! Yes, Noriaki, yes! I will marry you!”
Kakyoin let’s out a happy sob himself, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh, thank god!” he blurts, laughter mixing with tears. Standing up straight in a flash, his hands reach out and cradle your face. “Oh, Y/n…” he sighs, quickly pulling them away to grab the ring from the box. The two of you laugh and cry as he tries to slip it onto your shaky wedding finger. Despite his own quivering hands, he finally managed to help you put it on. You look away shyly, another loud sob escaping your throat.
“Oh, Y/n, it looks wonderful on you,” he mutters, pulling you into a tearful but joyous kiss. The two of you continue to kiss through weeping and sounds of bliss. Your hands comb through his hair quickly, tugging on his scalp and pulling him closer to you. His hands wrap around your back, frantically pulling you into him in return. The kiss is long, sloppy and tainted with a stream of happy tears.
Neither of you gave a damn.
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women of overwatch + cinematic trailers/shorts
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