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I choked and cackled 😭💔

Greasy Ace.. ❤️‍🔥

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No coz wdym its already the 5th of june and the 6th is in just over 2 hours from now 🙏💀

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If you ever meet someone on the internet claiming they're from the USA, watch out because they're most likely an AI bot. nobody in the US can afford an internet connection (because they're so poor) and even if they could their schools are so underfunded they couldn't even know how to use the internet

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This 🙏💔

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I need a phainon wishing ritual rn please hmu with one i beg

Im slowly going insane rn waiting for his banner i need a honkai starrail version on that Genshin wishing simulator 😭🙏

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GUARANTEED WITH A DREAM 🙏

HE WILL COME HOME 🙏🙏

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"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

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Im so hooked 🙏

Steady as a Tide (One shot)

Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader

cw: canon divergence

The first time Y/N met Zoro, she immediately pegged him as a nightmare patient.

She had dealt with her fair share of stubborn pirates—men who refused treatment because they thought scars were trophies, idiots who tore their stitches after an hour, captains who ignored medical advice because they thought they were invincible.

But he was a special kind of impossible.

“I don’t need stitches,” Zoro muttered, arms crossed, looking down at the bloody mess on his side.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “You have a six-inch gash in your torso.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“That’s not the argument you think it is.”

She didn’t wait for his permission, pressing a cloth to his wound. He barely flinched, which was even more annoying. She had seen men pass out from less, but he sat there like she was applying a light breeze instead of disinfecting torn flesh.

The Heart Pirates were camped out near the Sunny, treating the injured after a skirmish with a marine fleet. It had been a mess, but they had won, and now the real battle—getting pirates to actually listen to doctors—had begun.

Zoro was easily the worst of the lot.

“You’re lucky it didn’t cut deeper,” Y/N said as she started stitching him up. “A little more force, and you’d be dead.”

He snorted. “If I died from something like this, I wouldn’t deserve to be the world’s greatest swordsman.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah? Well, you won’t be anything if you get an infection and drop dead in two days.”

Zoro tilted his head slightly, watching her work. “You’re a lot bossier than your captain.”

She pulled the stitch a little tighter than necessary, making him grunt. “And you’re a worse patient than yours.”

He smirked, but didn’t argue.

And for some reason, that silence stayed with her.

⸻

At first, Zoro was just another patient—an annoying, reckless one, but still just a patient.

But then she started noticing him.

Not just in battle, where he fought like a monster, cutting down enemies like it was as easy as breathing. But in quieter moments—the way he always sat with his back to a wall, eyes sharp even when resting. The way he trained longer than anyone else, even when he was injured. The way he wasn’t just strong, but steady, like an anchor in a storm.

And she hated that she noticed.

Because once she started, she couldn’t stop.

It was after another brutal battle that things changed.

The alliance had been ambushed, and Zoro had taken the brunt of it—again. By the time Y/N reached him, he was slumped against a broken wall, swords still clutched in his hands, blood dripping onto the ground.

“Zoro,” she called, rushing toward him.

He didn’t answer right away. His breathing was rough, shoulders rising and falling with exhaustion. But when she pressed a hand to his wound, his eyes opened, hazy with blood loss.

“I told you—” she started.

“Did we win?” he muttered.

Y/N gritted her teeth. Of course that was his first concern. “Yeah. We won.”

Zoro exhaled slowly. “Good.”

“Not good. You’re bleeding everywhere,” she snapped, pressing gauze against his side. “You could’ve avoided this, you know.”

Zoro gave a weak chuckle. “Not my style.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she worked, which annoyed her even more. She had stitched up countless wounds, faced death more times than she could count. But something about seeing him like this made her uneasy in a way she didn’t want to examine.

“You worry too much,” he muttered, eyes flickering shut.

Y/N froze for half a second.

Then she pressed down on his wound harder.

Zoro hissed. “Oi—”

“And you don’t worry enough,” she shot back.

He didn’t answer right away. But then, barely audible—

“…I do.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

But before she could say anything, Law shouted for her to help another injured crewmate. She hesitated, eyes locked on Zoro’s.

He gave a small nod. Go.

She went. But the weight of his words stayed with her.

⸻

After that, something shifted.

It wasn’t obvious—at least, not to anyone else. But Y/N felt it.

Zoro started lingering around the Heart Pirates more, though he never gave a reason why. Their conversations were still full of sarcasm and exasperation, but sometimes, in between the bickering, there were moments of quiet understanding.

She noticed things she hadn’t before. The way he trained until his hands bled, pushing himself beyond reason. The way he always knew where his crew was, even when pretending not to care. The way his gaze would find her in the chaos of battle, like he was making sure she was still standing.

She didn’t know what to do with that.

And then, there was the jealousy incident.

It started with Sanji.

The cook had always been friendly, but lately, his flirting had become more pointed. Nothing serious, just his usual over-the-top charm. Y/N rolled her eyes every time, but it never bothered her.

Until Zoro started reacting to it.

She first noticed it when Sanji casually slung an arm around her shoulder, grinning.

“My dear Y/N, you should consider switching crews. I’d treat you far better than these barbarians.”

Before she could retort, she caught sight of Zoro—standing a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw tight.

Later, as she bandaged his wrist from overtraining, she smirked. “Were you jealous?”

Zoro scoffed. “Tch. As if.”

But his ears were red.

⸻

One night, when everything was quiet, Y/N sat alone on the deck of the Polar Tang, staring at the stars.

She barely heard Zoro approach, but she felt his presence when he sat beside her.

“You should rest,” she murmured.

“So should you.”

She let out a tired laugh. “Touché.”

They sat in silence for a while. Then, before she could stop herself, she admitted, “I worry about you more than I should.”

Zoro didn’t look at her, but she saw the faint smirk on his lips. “Yeah… me too.”

A beat of silence. Then, ever so subtly, his hand brushed against hers.

She didn’t move away.

And that was enough.

For now.

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I love Zoro!!!! I’ll always go back to him.

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Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

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idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

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Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

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Im howling at this 😭😭

but bro the self fulfilling prophie

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Damn even the owner of twitter is problematic

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—Chris Mc Geown