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jonnelpunk · 3 months ago

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TYPA GIRL

Zoro’s ideal woman is not defined by fleeting preferences or superficial attractions. He is a man of unwavering resolve, one who walks a path carved by discipline and will. The woman who captures his heart would not be delicate, nor would she bend to the world around her—she would be a force in her own right, a presence unshaken by hardship. Strength, to him, is not just about power but about endurance, about the ability to stand firm when the weight of the world presses down. A woman who sharpens herself like a blade, who refuses to crumble under pressure, would earn his admiration without effort.

A warrior’s spirit calls to him, whether it manifests in the way she wields a sword, commands a battlefield, or simply holds her ground with quiet defiance. He has never been drawn to fragility—he has known strength since childhood, first in Kuina, whose skill outmatched his own, and later in the powerful women he has encountered on his journey. The lesson has never left him: skill, determination, and the will to push past one’s limits are what truly matter. A woman who trains beside him, who doesn’t falter in the face of exhaustion, who challenges him without hesitation—that is the kind of woman who could carve her way into his heart.

Muscles? He wouldn’t care for them in the way others might, but if a woman bore the marks of her discipline—toned arms, the faint ripple of abs beneath her skin—he would notice. Not because he values appearance, but because he understands the effort behind it. Strength, after all, is something he recognizes before beauty. A woman whose body speaks of resilience, who carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knows her own power, would earn a lingering glance, perhaps even a smirk of approval. Yet, if she were soft, it wouldn’t matter. Strength is not measured in muscle alone, and he knows that well. It is found in presence, in the way a person endures, in the steadiness of their will.

Short hair—there’s something about it that strikes a chord within him. He wouldn’t consciously seek it out, nor would he turn away from a woman with long, flowing locks. But there’s an undeniable charm in a woman who carries herself with the confidence to wear her hair short. It’s practical, unburdened, free—like the women he has known who refuse to be weighed down. Perhaps it’s an echo of Kuina, or perhaps it’s the sheer simplicity of it, the way it frames the sharpness of a woman’s gaze. Whatever the reason, a pixie cut or a cropped style would not go unnoticed.

More than anything, Zoro is drawn to presence. A woman who doesn’t need to chase attention, who doesn’t demand admiration but earns it effortlessly. She doesn’t have to be loud or brash; in fact, he would likely prefer someone who doesn’t waste words on empty things. Someone who speaks with purpose, whose actions hold more weight than fleeting sentiments. A woman who doesn’t need him, who does not shrink herself for the sake of fitting into someone else’s expectations, but whose existence beside him feels natural—like two warriors walking the same path.

And if she can drink? If she can sit beside him, bottle in hand, and meet him in a contest of will, he might just find himself watching her a little too closely. Because strength isn’t just about fighting—it’s about enduring, about standing firm. A woman who can match him sip for sip without wavering, who can meet his gaze across the table without flinching, would command a level of respect he rarely gives freely. Not because he seeks competition, but because he understands what it means to endure—to hold one’s ground when the world tries to pull you under.

Above all, Zoro values a woman who walks her own path. A woman who does not bend for the sake of pleasing others. A woman who stands beside him not because she is waiting for him to turn toward her, but because her journey aligns with his. Not a follower, not an admirer, but an equal. That is the kind of woman who could slip past his walls, unnoticed at first—until one day, he realizes she has been beside him all along.

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jonnelpunk · 4 months ago

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outer banks | s04e09

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jonnelpunk · 4 months ago

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♡ྀི ₊ borrowed

️️️⠀ ⠀️️️ ⤷ roronoa zoro ❤︎

꒰ summary: wearing a piece of clothing owned by the swordsman was not a sight he'd ever imagined enjoying as much as he did. ꒱

꒰ contents: fluff fluff fluff! reader is shy & a little flirty. zoro is head over heels for reader. very soft & flustered zoro <3 ꒱

꒰ notes: i have really been craving some soft zoro content and this popped in my head and i HAD to write it out ^_^ ꒱

♡ + ⤿ are very much appreciated ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა !

zoro had always admired you from afar.

you were beautiful, kind, and merry. you moved so gently, as if all would shatter if you didn't do so. you spoke in such a sweet and melodious voice that every time he heard you, his heart would involuntarily skip a beat. you treated everyone on the crew so lovingly that there were many a times he wished he had even a sliver of the goodness that you had.

despite his stoic demeanour, it crumbled every time you were around. he couldn't help the pink that painted his cheeks, his heart that felt like it would thump out of his chest, his mouth that stumbled on his words. you turned him into pile of mush with your presence alone and it was maddening to him.

though secretly, he revelled in this newfound feeling — if it was with you he got to explore it with.

he didn't think there were any more ways for you to make his heart flutter and stomach churn with reverence. that was, until he saw you wear one of his t-shirts.

he did not own many so he wondered how you'd got a hold of it in the first place. he wondered why you chose his t-shirt out of all the others. had you chosen his on purpose? the thoughts clouding his mind were driving him insane.

seeing you engulfed in his top made his entire body turn to goo. it hung on your frame, clinging onto your divine curves. your chest was more exposed than usual which resulted in a blush to tinge his face when he realised he'd been staring for a bit too long.

he couldn't exactly understand why it was so endearing to him that you were wearing his clothes — it could be that he felt a sense of pride wash over him, making him feel as if you were branded his now. he'd give you every top he owned and relish in the sight.

you were sat on the swing with a book on your lap as you swayed mindlessly. the sunlight bore down on you, illuminating your features in a manner that made you prettier than ever. he had just taken note that the t-shirt's length was long enough to cover the shorts you wore underneath. that allowed him to admire your plush thighs as they squeezed together to keep the book in place.

zoro just stared from the rails. he wanted to come sit by you and ask you why you were wearing his t-shirt. it was a simple question. it was not a difficult task. he had done so much worse before and he had never floundered.

so why did he feel so nervous in this moment?

he felt foolish that out of everything he was capable of doing, this is what rendered him hopeless. "i am so lame", he thought, mentally giving himself a face palm at his idiocy.

"zoro!", he heard your voice call him from the swing. "come here." he didn't think twice as he sauntered over to you and plopped himself in front of you.

"what's up?", he asked, combing through with his hair. only after he had sat down had he realised how close he actually was. if he bent forward just enough, he could rest his head on your thighs. that image alone turned his face into an even darker pink than it was before.

"nothing," you hummed whilst placing your book aside. "you kept looking here so i called you over."

he wanted to dig himself a hole. the fact that you had noticed him leering at you made him feel so abashed. he thought he was being discreet, stealing glances at you when you weren't looking. but wait... did that mean you had been staring back at him? that would be the only explanation, right? he did not want to get his hopes up but just thinking about that possibility made it nearly impossible for him to hold back the small smile that tugged at his lips.

zoro could sense that the silence that had fallen between you both was about to turn awkward so before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "why are you wearing my t-shirt?". it came out harsher than he had expected and that earned him a second mental face palm.

he saw your cheeks redden as you softly bunched up the end of the t-shirt in your hands. "how cute," he thought. your gaze averted his as you said, "well, it was laundry day for me and i didn't have any comfy clothes to wear so i just picked up a top i found that was clean."

and it was his.

"i hope you don't mind," you murmured. your hands now rested on either side of your legs and you pushed yourself forward, your faces now a few inches apart. the distance made his heart race and he swore if you were any closer you'd be able to hear it hammering. he could smell your dulcet scent wafting in the breeze, intoxicating his senses.

he cleared his throat as he croaked out, "no. it's fine. you can wear my stuff."

you smiled and brought your hand near his body. it hovered for a moment before your finger slipped into the collar of the t-shirt he was wearing. he felt your finger graze over his skin as you slowly ran it along the collar. his body tensed up under your touch, his mind turning hazy at your actions. "even this one?", you asked in a tone so sickeningly sweet, he had to restrain himself from pressing his lips onto yours.

he cleared his throat once more before replying, "yeah, wear whatever you like."

you let out a little giggle, removing your finger from his collar. you still hadn't moved back, your faces seemingly even closer than it had been several moments ago. he could feel your breath on his lips and the heat radiating from your body. if his eyes were not deceiving him, the blush that tinted your face had darkened.

"do you like when i wear your clothes?", you asked shyly. it was rather baffling to him that one second you seemed so brazen with your behaviour and the next you seemed so coy. it was admittedly one of his favourite things about you.

he had to reel himself back in from his thoughts that had begun conjuring up various romantic scenarios of the two of you. he peered at you with a docility that he reserved only for you. your entire face was glowing under the sun and he truly believed there wasn't anyone who could compare to you.

his voice came out quieter than he wanted but thankfully you had heard him, "yeah. because it's you."

had it not been for the proximity, he wouldn't have heard the tiny squeal that you let out. the amore he had for you had grown tenfold in that very moment. you slapped your hand over your mouth and shut your eyes, clearly embarrassed by your own reaction. he didn't know if you had meant to but you placed your forehead atop his, letting out a muffled groan.

zoro's eyes were the size of saucers. he was completely frozen, unaware of what to do. your eyes were still closed and your mouth still covered as you continued to grumble to yourself. it felt like you were saying something but he couldn't think of anything except for the fact that you were so close to him that everything around him had blurred. he did not move a muscle, fearing if he did then the moment would be torn away from him.

it was just you and him right now.

he did not know how he had managed to muster up the guts to do this or what compelled him to do so — he lifted his hand up to your face and gently pulled your hands down. your eyelids flickered open and your mouth was slightly agape. his gaze fell to your rosy lips, dreaming about how soft they looked and how kissable they looked. the things he would do to even get a peck from you. he imagined you'd taste heavenly.

your hands had found its way back to his t-shirt, this time scrunching it up in your grasp. zoro wanted nothing more than to pull you into his embrace. it took a great amount of constraint not to do so though since he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or get upset with him. instead, his index finger carefully brushed over yours, tracing careless circles. it wasn't a grand gesture but he heard you hum at his actions, which suggested that you weren't averse to his advances. that sent him over the moon.

you had pulled yourself back, your face now in front of him. gingerly, you intertwined your fingers with his — his calloused, rough hands were such a stark contrast to your delicate, tender ones. he held onto them as if they were the most precious jewels the world had to offer, unintentionally drawing hearts all over.

he truly could stay like this forever...

"guys! it's time for lunch!", sanji yelled from the kitchen.

the sudden noise caused you both to jump, nearly making you fall off the swing. you stood up, grabbing your book and raced to the stairs. before you scurried up, you turned back to zoro, face completely flushed as you said nervously, "i'll return your t-shirt tonight!". then you dashed to the kitchen, slamming the door behind you.

zoro buried his head in his hands, letting out a miffed moan. "stupid love cook," he grumbled.

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jonnelpunk · 4 months ago

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♯┆SOFT SPOT .ᐟ ★ - roronoa zoro

★ : Roronoa zoro -

Pairings: roronoa zoro x female reader

summary: moments prove that roronoa zoro have a soft spot for you ᥫ᭡ .ᐟ.ᐟ

— (a/n): first post! Hope you like it >ᴗ< ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ────── ⋆ .⺌ ⟡ ⊂ ✦ ⊃ ⟡ ⺌.⋆ ────── ⊹ ࣪ ˖

— Zoro guards his swords with an almost obsessive devotion—possessive, cautious, unwilling to let just anyone lay a hand on them. Yet, with you, it was different. You were the only one he trusted, the sole exception to his unwavering vigilance. In his eyes, your touch carried the same reverence, the same unshakable respect for his blades as he did. It wasn’t just trust—it was an unspoken bond, one that set you apart from everyone else.

— Zoro can barely tolerate anyone even reaching for his swords—his grip tightens, his gaze sharpens, a silent warning hanging in the air. But you? He doesn’t flinch. No tension, no resistance. With you, it’s different. He lets you handle them without hesitation, without a second thought. Sometimes, you even take it upon yourself to clean his blades, polishing them with such care and precision that they gleam like new. And he lets you—because if there’s anyone he trusts with his swords, it’s you.

— “Zoro, I’m borrowing your swords” she declared confidently, rising to her feet. Without hesitation, she reached for Wado Ichimonji—his most treasured blade—and to everyone’s shock, he didn’t protest. No sharp glare, no warning growl. He simply reclined, arms folded behind his head, and muttered lazily, “don’t step over me”, With effortless grace, she unsheathed the sword, its steel catching the light as she turned to face the trembling boy before her. A slow, knowing smirk curved her lips. “let’s see what you’ve got” Zoro, now leaning forward against the table, watched the scene unfold with a smirk of his own—one filled with pride and undeniable amusement. He wasn’t just letting this happen. He was enjoying every second of it. Meanwhile, the boy stood frozen, eyes wide, fear gripping him like a vice.

— girls? NAH, her? HELL YEAH !!

— When you, Nami, and Robin went shopping on the new island, it was a typical scene upon your return—Nami eagerly showing off her new clothes to the crew, basking in the flood of compliments from Sanji and Brook. Their praises were endless, hearts practically floating around them.

— Meanwhile, Zoro lay on his side, arms tucked beneath his head, completely uninterested. He didn’t even glance up.

— Then Robin stepped forward, revealing her own elegant new outfit. Still, Zoro didn’t budge—not even a flicker of attention. It was as if he had perfected the art of indifference.

— But the moment you stepped forward, presenting your new outfit, something shifted.

— Still lying on his side, Zoro—who had ignored every other reveal—finally turned his head, his gaze settling on you. It wasn’t dramatic, nor did he make a big show of it, but the simple fact that he looked at you when he hadn’t spared a glance for anyone else said more than words ever could.

— Zoro usually spent his free time training until exhaustion or napping without a care, uninterested in anything that didn’t involve swords or sleep. But if you were around—if he noticed you lingering, needing company—everything else could wait.

— He wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, wouldn’t say it outright, but the shift was unmistakable. If you wanted his time, it was yours. No complaints, no hesitation. Just quiet, effortless presence—because for you, it was all pleasure.

— Zoro didn’t understand half the things you were interested in—honestly, most of it went right over his head. But that never stopped him from listening.

— Whenever you rambled about something particularly strange or complicated, he’d squint slightly, brows knitting together in visible confusion. “what the hell is that ?” he’d mutter, rubbing the back of his neck, looking as lost as ever.

— And yet, despite not getting a single thing, he never walked away. He just kept listening, letting you talk about whatever you wanted—because, for some reason, he didn’t really mind.

— and that it the next point !

— Zoro never took orders from anyone—except Luffy. That was the one and only exception… or at least, that’s what he’d claim.

— But then there was you. He’d never say it out loud, never admit it even under threat of death, but somehow, when it came to you, things were different. Maybe it was the way you said it, or maybe it was just you. Either way, when you told him to do something, more often than not—he actually did it.

— “I’ll go to look, too” Zoro huffed, pushing himself up. Before he could take a step, Sanji blocked his path. “wait, moss-head !” , Zoro rolled his eyes, already irritated. “what?, gotta go to find an old man whose head is cut off, right?”, “you?!, go looking for someone??” Sanji scoffed, His tone dripped with disbelief.. , Zoro’s eye twitched as annoyance flared in his chest. “shut up and let me go you shitty cook” , “then who gonna look for you?” Sanji let out an exasperated sigZoro opened his mouth, hesitating for a second.“well…” , Before Zoro could argue, Chopper jumped in, his tiny hooves flailing. “he is right, Zoro !! Stay here” chopper pleaded, clearly panicked, “you too ?” Zoro stared at him, exasperated.

— She let out a soft sigh before stepping closer, her voice gentle yet firm. With a small, sweet smile, she said, “just wait for us here” Zoro exhaled through his nose, glancing away for a moment before muttering, “alright then…”

— In any sudden fight or tense moment, Zoro had this instinctive habit—one that seemed to come naturally, as if it were embedded deep within him. Without a second thought, he’d step in front of you, positioning himself between you and any potential threat. It wasn’t because he thought you couldn’t handle it; everyone knew you were one of the strongest members of the crew, fully capable of holding your own. But for Zoro, it was more than just about your strength—it was about protecting you, no matter what.

— When both of you were sent on the task of shopping for the rest of the crew, Zoro would quietly watch you as you wandered through the stalls, your eyes lighting up whenever something caught your interest. If it was something you clearly liked—something that drew you in without a second thought—he wouldn’t say anything.

— He’d wait, patiently, for you to become distracted with something else, then, without a word, he’d casually pick up the very thing you had been eyeing just moments before. It wasn’t because he thought you didn’t deserve it or couldn’t have it—he simply enjoyed surprising you. Zoro had a way of quietly ensuring you got what you wanted, even if it was in his own unique, understated way.

— When you returned to the ship, Zoro followed you to your cabin, a small, almost sheepish expression on his face. , “hey… I saw that earlier, and I thought you might like it”

— You turned to him, eyes widening in surprise as he held out the item you’d been eyeing earlier—exactly what you had wanted but hadn’t gotten around to picking up, A soft gasp escaped your lips before your face lit up in a joyful smile. “Woah !, thank you, Zoro!” The gratitude in your voice was clear, and for a moment, it seemed like Zoro might be trying not to smile himself, his usual stoic expression softening just a bit.

— One time, during a random conversation, Zoro said with a hint of sincerity, “I can be anything for you. just tell me what do you want me to be”, You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head at his earnestness. “you’re dumb” you teased, your tone light and playful.

— “I can be that” (the notebook movie)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ────── ⋆ .⺌ ⟡ ⊂ ✦ ⊃ ⟡ ⺌.⋆ ────── ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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jonnelpunk · 4 months ago

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HOT GIRLS, LUV RORONOA ZORO

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY

RORONOA ZORO

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jonnelpunk · 4 months ago

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MACKENYU as GENNOJO in Assassin's Creed Shadows

"He's a thief, a troublemaker who robs the rich and powerful, and sleeps with everyone [judgmental side eye 👀]"

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jonnelpunk · 5 months ago

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⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆. ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ -`♡´-₊˚⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ ᥫ᭡.

⠀⠀you’re⠀⠀UNFORGETTABLE ⠀⠀ꪖꪀᦔ ⠀⠀I’M ⠀⠀ֆօ ⠀⠀gℓα∂ ⠀⠀that ⠀⠀ι ƒσυη∂ уσυ.

mackenyu arata x fem¡reader

Summery. A lovely date at night with your beloved husband in his birthday

tag(s)&warning(s). No warning, just fluff, and some butterflies in stomach

note. I work so hard on this, for mackenyu birthday cause he deserves the world.

Midnight fell upon the city as the new moon rose overhead, casting an eery, pitch-black blanket over the landscape. Though the darkness was thick, the lights of the buildings and the occasional flashes of distant headlights cut through the obscurity. Just then, huge dark clouds loomed overhead, threatening rain as the cold air picked up.

The dim moonlight peeking through the gathering rain clouds illuminated the city in an eery glow, highlighting the looming shapes of skyscrapers and the shadows of alleyways in a silvery cast. Though the moon's light was dim, the artificial lights of street lamps and homes illuminated much of the city in an ever-shifting, warm glow that moved with the breeze. The silence was deafening, even the sounds of nearby traffic reduced to a low hum. The rain still hung on the edge of the clouds, but the sound of a distant rumble suggested that a storm was on its way.

The soothing sounds of music filled the car's interior as you drove through the night, a gentle beat and melodic tune filling the air. Your lover sat beside you, their presence a warm and comforting feeling in the quiet of the night. The streetlights and headlights glinted off the car's windows, creating a constant, dazzling display of color and light. The cityscape rushed by outside, passing by like an endless blur of glass and steel.

You stole a glance at mackenyu, a small smile playing on your lips as you took in the peaceful expression on their face. The music continued to fill the air, wrapping around the two of you in a warm embrace. You could feel the bond between you growing stronger as you continued to drive, a feeling of comfort and contentment settling over your mind.

You continued to gaze at him, drinking in every detail of his perfect face. His sharp, defined features were flawless, each angle and line flawless and beautiful. You couldn't help but feel a sense of love and gratitude as you looked at him, feeling incredibly fortunate to be able to call him yours, you felt the greatness of God’s creation in him.

The thought of his intelligence, success, and talent only served to make your love for him deepen. You felt as though you were the luckiest person in the world to have someone like mackenyu love you so wholeheartedly.

You let your gaze drop to his hands, watching as his veins and tendons became more defined in the dim light. Each small, subtle movement he made sent a thrill of pleasure through your body; the way he held the wheel of the car with one hand, his other resting near your own. The desire to reach out and feel his warmth and strength was almost overwhelming.

You ached for the feeling of his touch, yearning to reach out and feel the roughness of his skin against your own. The thought of his hands on your skin, holding you close, filled your mind with anticipation. It took all your willpower not to reach across the car and take his hand in yours, feeling the warmth that radiated from him and the strength of his grip.

Mackenyu looked at you for a moment, his gaze tender and soft, before glancing back at the road. A soft, gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he reached over and gently grasped your hand, his grip warm and firm. There was a sense of possessiveness in the way he held you, as though he was declaring to the world that you were his, and his alone.

You could feel the love and devotion in his touch, knowing that he would treasure and protect you above all else.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“ I found you

Girl, I like being around you

Feel like Kanye, I'm Bound 2

Shawty, if you down, I'm down too”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

He tightened his grip on your hand, his eyes gleaming with affection as he sang along to the song. The lyrics were smooth and sincere, filled with tenderness and the sweet warmth of love. As he sang, you could feel yourself melt under his gaze.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to sing, his hand holding yours tightly. The lyrics seemed to flow naturally from his lips, as though he was pouring his heart out to you. His voice was filled with love and tenderness, and you could feel your heart swell with affection.

"You're my everything," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm totally wrapped up in you, bound by love And I'm down for whatever comes our way, as long as we're together."

His words filled your heart with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling widely as he sang, feeling the heat of affection spreading through your body.

His eyes were fixed on yours, and you could see the devotion and adoration in his gaze. His voice was soft and low, as if he was singing directly to you.

"You're my everything," he repeated, his voice a warm caress. "I adore you, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

High class, shawty so bad

Hella swag, she got all these bitches mad

She the type of girl a n!99a wish he had

She the type that if you get her, you can brag

˙✧˖°🪩 ༘ ⋆｡˚

As the song continued, your excitement grew as your favorite part drew near. You could feel your heartbeat quickening, and you stole a glance at Mackenyu, expecting to see him focusing on the road. But instead, he glanced at you, his expression filled with affection.

As the familiar opening notes of your favorite part began to play, he smiled warmly at you, his eyes locking with yours. Then, in time with the music, he began to sing the part that you loved the most.

“the lyrics give me a vibe of someone i deeply know..” mackenyu said, as he kept his gaze locked with yours, a small smile playing on his lips. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as you listened to him sing your favorite part of the song. The intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming, as though he was singing nothing but the truth.

As Mackenyu continued to sing, his voice soft and melodic, you couldn’t help but chuckle gently. His choice of lyrics was so fitting, and you found yourself wondering who he was singing about. You glanced at him, your heart racing in your chest, and decided to tease him a little. “I wonder who you’re talking about,” you teased, a smile on your lips.

His eyes sparkled with amusement at your words, and he gave you a playful smirk. He continued to sing, his voice taking on a more seductive tone as he repeated the words. “You know exactly who I'm talking about,” he drawled, his voice practically purring.

˙✧˖°🪩 ༘ ⋆｡˚

“She can get whatever she want

She can get that new Saint Laurent

I could put that Rollie on her arm

And I can get the bracelet with the charm”

.𖥔 ݁ 🪐˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖

The lyrics continued, as Mackenyu's voice grew even more sultry and seductive. You felt a flutter of butterflies in your stomach as he sang, knowing that he was talking about you.

"She can get whatever she wants," he repeated, his voice drawing out the syllables. "New Saint Laurent, a Rolex on her arm, even a bracelet with a charm. I'll give her anything she desires."

“..anything?..”

“cause you’re are MY everything..”

As you placed your hand under his chin, gently caressing him, you could feel your heart skip a beat. A swarm of butterflies danced in your stomach, making you feel light-headed with affection. His skin was smooth and warm under your touch, and he leaned into your hand, savoring the feeling.

.𖥔 ݁ 🪐˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“You are unforgettable”

His gaze was locked on yours, his eyes studying every detail of your face, taking in your beauty with undisguised awe. He thought of you as a radiant angel from heaven, a blessing that had come into his life to light up his world. In his eyes, you were the very embodiment of beauty, a goddess walking amongst mortals. As he pulled your hand gently, he tightened his grip, as if he never wanted to let go of you.

He pulled your hand and placed it gently over his chest, right over his heart. You could feel the steady thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat under your palm, the rhythm strong and sure. His eyes were fixed on yours, his expression tender and loving.

“And I'm so glad that I FOUND you”

🎐 ⊹₊ ⋆~

He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes studying yours intently. For a split second, you were convinced he could see the hearts and stars in your eyes, the way your expression was filled with affection and adoration. A sweet smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you could see the effect it had on him. His expression softened, and you knew that your smile had melted his heart just a little bit more.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his voice soft and low. "That's what you do to me. You make my heart race, my stomach fill with butterflies. You're the only one who can make me feel this way.", "That smile," he murmured, his voice a low, reverent whisper. "Every time you smile at me like that, my heart melts a little more. You're too damn beautiful for words."

“me?..you are being too much..”

He smiled gently at your response, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I can never be too much when it comes to you," he replied, his voice smooth and warm. "You deserve to hear it all, every day, and I'll gladly say it a thousand times over. You're beautiful, inside and out, and I'm grateful to have you in my life."

She looked at him, her eyes studying his face with pure admiration and affection. They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds being the gentle drumming of rain against the car's roof and the low thrum of the car's engine.

Finally, Mackenyu spoke, breaking the silence. "Okay, we're here," he said, gesturing out the window. "This is the place you wanted to go. But to be honest, with this rain, I can barely see anything right now."

She looked out the car window, then looked at him and smiled a calm, gentle, reassuring smile, as she started to get out of the car into the heavy rain, “Follow me!”, He watched her as she smiled that unforgettable smile of hers, a small sense of intrigue washing over him. As she opened the car door and got out, he quickly followed suit, Once they were both outside, he waited for her to lead the way, letting her guide him through the dark night and heavy rain.

They climbed up to the roof, the rainfall drumming gently on the rooftop and the air heavy with a fine mist. Though the night was still and dark, the lights of the city glimmered below, creating a mesmerizing and dream-like effect. From their vantage point, they could see the towering skyscrapers and the bright lights that dotted the landscape. As they stood there, hand in hand, the city seemed to come alive, glowing in all its splendor despite the rain and fog.

The rain continued to fall in a soft drizzle, the rhythmic patter creating a soothing soundtrack to the backdrop of the glowing city below. The air was cool and damp, and a light mist hung in the air, adding to the atmospheric quality of the night. He stood close to her, his body warm and solid against hers, as they gazed at the panorama of the city spread out before them. It was as though they were the only two people in the world, alone in this moment of beauty and tranquility.

"Wow," he murmured, his eyes wide as he looked out at the view. "This is incredible. I can't believe how beautiful the city looks at night, even with this rain."

She looked lovingly at their interlocking hands holding each other , their fingers intertwined as if they were made for each other. her heart swelling with affection and love. As their eyes met, a smile spread across his face, warm and beautiful as a full moon illuminating even the darkest of nights. In that moment, her heart skipped a beat, responding to the pure emotion that passed between them, at that moment, your heart decided to beat in response to that moment. “Mackenyu, Ten minutes left until your birthday, and .. I brought you here , so I have my moment, and so I can be first one wish you a happy birthday.., mackenyu..I love you.., and I mean it more then anything, I only like myself when I’m with you, and trust me, I got nothing for you, other then love, yesterday, today, tomorrow, now and forever, and I wish we both grew with the other next to us, .. and I just wanna say, happy every birthday to you.., mackenyu”

As her voice trailed off, silence enveloped them, the only sound being the soft drizzle of rain. He was speechless, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in her words. The love and devotion in her voice were undeniable, and he knew that she meant every word. For a moment, they just stood there, their hands still joined, the city lights twinkling in the background.

But then, he slowly pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her and feeling the warmth of her body against his. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just holding her as closely as he could, Finally, he spoke, his voice gruff with emotion. "I love you too," he said quietly, pulling back slightly so he could look at her face. "So much that it scares me sometimes. And you being here, saying all that, wishing me happy birthday… it means more to me than you could ever know.", he looked at her deeply before brush back his wet hair locks, then spoke in tender tone “well let me get the chance in the last five minutes “

As he held her tight, his heart swelling with intense love that was almost overwhelming, he pulled her back just a little bit, his eyes locked on hers. He then gently took her hand in his, his grip tender and caring, "Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I've always told myself that I don't want to live for thousands of years. All I need is to live this one day with you."

He pulled her even closer, his body practically melting into hers as he spoke. "Every time I see your face, my whole world seems to shine, my heart cannot help but smile, And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I’ve never loved somebody the way i loved you, and I’ll never, cause my heart belong to you, y/n, I met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you, only you, my GIRL, only you, babe, only you , darling. However far away I will always love you, However long I stay I will always love you, cause I Knew you were special from the moment I saw you and I think we should stick together"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, everything else faded away, "You're the one, You're all I ever wanted," he said, his voice steady and sure. "and I'll love you 'til the day that I die, 'and I don't wanna be in love with another ‘cause i see nobody but you, so that why i’m asking you, Y/N, will you marry me? Will you be my wife, my partner, for the rest of our lives?"

And with those words, mackenyu’s opened the small box to reveal a simple but beautiful wedding ring. Its silver band glinted in the soft glow of the city lights. Every single doubt in your mind faded away, replaced by pure, unbridled happiness, but your crystalic tears couldn’t help but drowing your eyes, and all fall gently on your cheeks.

"Yes," you said, your voice trembling with emotion., "Yes, I will marry you. I will be your wife, your partner, for the rest of our lives.", And as the clock struck midnight, marking the arrival of Mackenyu's birthday, a sense of excitement filled the air. The city lights seemed to shimmer even brighter, and the rain continued to fall in soft sprinkles.

Mackenyu smiled, his heart filled with love and happiness. He took your hand in his, sliding the simple but beautiful wedding ring onto your finger, "From this moment on," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're officially my fiancée, and I'm the luckiest man alive. Now and forever, I promise to love and cherish you, and I promise, you will always be mine, and to be your partner and best friend, and to make you the happiest woman on earth, and that’s the greatest gift I’ve ever dreamed of."

She looked at him with her eyes shining with tears, and her hair was wet and dripping with rain, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck , “it was supposed to be your day” she said with delicate brittle voice, He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, feeling the dampness of her hair against his skin. As she nuzzled her face into his neck, he could feel the warmth of her tears on his shoulder.

He chuckled softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "And what better gift could I have asked for than you saying yes to my proposal?" he said, his fingers gently tracing circles on her back “00:00, November 16, you said yes.”, He paused for a moment, reflecting on the significance of the moment. "This day has become so much more than just my birthday now," he murmured, his heart swelling with emotion. "It's the day you agreed to be my forever. And there's no gift in the world better than that.”

“If I bring you to my world, you’ll never wanna leave”

“don’t let me leave..”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain continued to fall around them, droplets kissing their skin. The night air was cool and damp, but they barely noticed, being wrapped up in their own little world of love and happiness, For a moment, they just stood there, soaking in the reality of what had just happened. "My bride," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "May I kiss you?."

Her heart fluttered as he asked for permission to kiss her, a rush of emotions coursing through her. She looked at him, her eyes mirroring the love and affection she felt for him, "Of course," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "You always have my permission to kiss me."

And with those words, he lowered his head and claimed her lips in a tender, gentle kiss. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as he poured all his love and passion into that kiss, As their lips met, time seemed to stand still for a moment. The rain falling around them was barely noticed, their focus solely on each other. The kiss was filled with a mix of sweetness and longing, a reminder of the depth of their love and the promise of a future together.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to look at her, a soft smile on his lips. "Every birthday from now on," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. "Will be even more special because I have you by my side.", His words sent a wave of warmth and happiness through her. She looked at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude, still cradled in his embrace.

"You have no idea how happy you make me," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "The fact that I get to spend every birthday with you, to see your smile and to know that I am your chosen one, it's the biggest gift I could ever ask for."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MACKENYU

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Note. I’ll probably k!11 myself if this didn’t get the attention it deserves, and happy birthday for one of the greatest actors in the history of Japan , mackenyu

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