#First Division

[sh4nksslvt]

Touch-Starved Trouble

A teasing bet with Marco to avoid touching each other for 24 hours turns into a slow, chaotic game of tension and stolen glances—until he breaks first in the most heated way imaginable.

Marco the phoenix x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward

word count: 840

masterlist | ko-fi

“You’re clingy,” you said with a grin, poking Marco in the chest.

He arched a golden brow at you from his perch on the railing of the Moby Dick, sipping from a glass of juice like he wasn’t practically sitting in your lap just minutes earlier.

“And you’re warm-yoi” he replied smoothly, smirking over the rim. “You can’t blame a man for seeking comfort.”

“Oh, comfort is that what you call face-nuzzling and grabbing my ass every time I walk past?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “You never complain-yoi.”

You mock-gasped. “Bet you can’t go a day without touching me.”

His eyes sparked with challenge. “Wanna test that, hot stuff?”

“Gladly.”

It was childish. Dumb. A dare born from too much sun, too many lazy days at sea, and way too much unresolved tension between you and the First Division Commander.

No touching for 24 hours.

Simple. Easy. Harmless.

Except you should’ve remembered who you were messing with.

Marco had patience. Experience. Smugness that could kill a lesser person.

You, on the other hand?

You had none of that. Just a desperate craving for his warmth, his mouth, his fingers on your hips—his everything.

But you weren’t about to back down first. Hell no.

You were going to win this.

…or die trying.

Hour 1 – Torture Begins

It started innocent enough.

You lounged beside Marco at the breakfast table, far enough apart that your legs didn’t touch. He didn’t even look at you.

Oh no, he just breathed.

Existed.

Perfectly tanned skin, messy blond hair, lips wrapped around a piece of fruit as he chewed slowly.

His fingers glistened with juice, and you were far too aware of how often those hands had touched you just yesterday. Brushed your jaw. Traced circles on your thighs under the table. Slid under your shirt when he thought no one was looking.

You gulped down your coffee.

Across from you, Marco’s mouth twitched.

Smug bastard.

Hour 1.5 – Petty Warfare

You retaliated in the only way you knew how: wardrobe sabotage.

You walked across the deck in the tightest shirt you owned—Marco’s, actually, slightly oversized but cropped just enough to show off a sliver of your waist. His scent clung to it.

You watched him nearly choke on his drink.

But the phoenix was strong. Too strong. He looked away, muttered something about the weather, and retreated to the lookout post like a coward.

You chased after him thirty minutes later with a tray of freshly sliced mango.

“Hungry, hot stuff?” you cooed.

He didn’t look at you. Just smirked, plucked a slice off the tray, and sucked the juice from his fingers with purpose.

You almost dropped the tray.

“…You’re evil.”

He smiled. “Still not touching you, though.”

Hour 2 – Meltdown

You were done.

Two hours in and you were vibrating with tension. You missed the way Marco absentmindedly tangled his fingers with yours, the way he’d lean his forehead against your temple during lulls in the day.

You were touch-starved. Desperate. Thirsty.

You were pacing across the infirmary muttering to yourself when the door opened and Marco stepped in, looking far too pleased.

“Can’t do it, huh?” he drawled.

You froze. “I’m fine.”

“You’re twitching like Ace off sugar withdrawal-yoi”

“Shut up,” you snapped, spinning to face him. “You’re suffering too. I see it. You miss me.”

He stepped forward slowly. Deliberately.

Your back hit the wall.

You cursed.

He caged you in with his arms on either side of your head, leaning close—so close.

“I do miss you-yoi,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “You gonna do something about that...hmm?”

Your breath hitched.

“I’m not touching you.”

He smirked. “That’s fine.”

And then he leaned in.

He didn’t even start with your lips.

No—Marco pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheekbone first. Then your jaw. Then just under your ear.

You whimpered. Actually whimpered.

He chuckled against your skin. “Still not touching me-yoi?”

“I’m hanging on by a damn thread.”

He moved closer. You could feel the heat of him, the teasing curl of his breath.

“You’re adorable when you’re stubborn,” he whispered.

Then he finally—finally—kissed you full on the mouth.

It was hot. Hungry. Frustrated.

His hand slid into your hair, tilting your head, and you parted your lips for him automatically. His tongue slid against yours with a low, pleased noise, like he was savoring every second.

You clutched his shirt, yanking him closer, fingers digging into muscle.

He broke first.

He always would.

But you were already too gone to care.

Ten minutes later, you were curled up in Marco’s lap on the infirmary cot, flushed and breathless.

“That was cheating,” you muttered.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You said no touching. I didn’t.”

“You started this bet.”

“And I ended it. With style-yoi”

You smacked his chest half-heartedly.

He caught your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“No more dumb bets,” you said.

Marco leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.

“Mm...no more distance,” he whispered. “Ever.”

You melted. Again.

Touch-starved, after all.

[naruminumber1fan]

This board game has daikaiju in it and I’m too autismpilled to be normal about that I keep making Kaiju no 8 refs

[the-chikyuu-times]

[retrofutbolmgc]

Patrick Kluivert • Valencia CF (2005/06)

[onarete]

crucially, everyone on the strategy team has something Deeply Wrong With Them. of course, they all think of themself as the Only Normal One

[rhearipleysragdoll]

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE ONE AND ONLY RHEA RIPLEY 🎉

[firstdivisiongirl]

Ren Kaji x Reader: Sunshine and Rain

Ren Kaji was the grumpiest person anyone knew.  He was a loner.  He was considered a monster.  But, you didn’t see him that way.  He wasn’t a loner, he was just quiet.  He wasn’t a monster, he was just misunderstood.  To you, everything people saw in him was cute.  So it was a shocker to the first year grade captain when he saw you two walking hand in hand.  You were dressed in pastels, nothing like the dark colors Ren wore.  You were smiling with a twinkle in your eyes, unlike Kaji who looked like he was ready to hit someone at any moment.

It didn’t make sense to Sakura.  You were sunshine, and Kaji was rain.  Two things that didn’t go together.  But yet, you two did.  The smile you always greeted Kaji with made any bad day better.  Whenever he was angry, you could calm him down with just a single touch.  It was the weirdest thing.  Ren didn’t understand it either.  He didn’t think he was worthy of any of this.  You should be with someone else.  But whenever he got like that you said the same thing with a smile, “you can still have sunshine when it rains.”  And that was all he needed to calm his mind.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[dankld]

shinobi of the sand

also on ig and twt

[unnonexistence]

95% of math brainteasers that go viral are just bad notation and it drives me up the wall

[tiffanyachings]

it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

[sh4nksslvt]

Hi, darling, can you write about Marco X Reader? Raeder is a magnificent doctor on an island. Capable of curing many illnesses. The Navy has tried to recruit her many times, but she refuses. She loves reading. She can lose track of time in a book if she's interested. She has a little student who helps her.

One day, a pineapple head arrives at the office. Hello, welcome, little brother pineapple, the girl greets him. While sorting her teacher's letters, an invitation from the Navy falls out. My teacher has the order ready for the next 6 months. Jumping down to pick up the order. She's in the library downstairs.

The young woman was lost in thought, reading while occasionally taking notes. The tray of food next to her was already cold.

Later The girl ran downstairs with tears in her eyes and her cheek red from the blow she had received. Teacher, the bad man from the navy came again. I told him you weren't there, but he hit me. Running to the young woman's glasses, the woman gave her affection and stroked her cheek. A bubble healed her wound. She gave her to Marco to hold in his arms. Watch your brother, Pineapple. Until he returns, he's not allowed to go up. Hey, the girl looked at them, "Yes," she said, smiling as she hugged him.

The marine tried to take the woman, even forcing her. Marco was worried about his beloved. He even tried to leave, but the little girl wouldn't let go. After a while, the marine left, covered in rashes. The girl started to laugh. The young woman sat down and looked at Marco. Thank you for being patient and not leaving. The woman began to bandage the wound on her neck, since her healing skills were of no use.

not much, but hope u like it!

Feathers Beneath the Willow Tree

A renowned doctor on a peaceful island catches Marco’s attention—but so do the Marines, who are getting desperate.

Marco the phoenix x fem! reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, oc, hurt/comfort a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe and akward word count: 1.5k

masterlist | ko-fi

If you asked anyone on Ceres Island where hope lived, they'd point you to the ivy-draped cottage at the edge of town—the one with the lantern always glowing softly by the door and the scent of herbs curling through the air. That was your home, your clinic, and your sanctuary.

And lately, it had also become a small, unofficial fortress.

You were known as one of the most brilliant healers on the Grand Line. Rumors said you’d cured diseases that even top Marine doctors had declared terminal. The Navy had tried to recruit you multiple times—sweet offers, stern demands, even veiled threats. Each time, you’d refused. You didn’t want war, titles, or medals. You wanted peace, books, and to make sick people better.

And then there was Kiri.

Your tiny assistant and student, Kiri, was ten and as ferocious as she was adorable. She’d been left on your doorstep at three, feverish and half-starved. You saved her life. Now, she followed you like a shadow, copying your handwriting and dressing her teddy bear’s imaginary wounds.

It was Kiri who opened the door the morning he arrived.

The bell above the clinic door jingled. A tall man with golden-blond hair stepped in, ducking his head slightly as if not to disturb the space. His blue eyes swept the cozy room, warm with dried herbs and soft lantern light.

Kiri turned with a wide grin.

“Oh! hello, welcome, Marco-san!” Kiri said cheerfully, her small hands busy sorting through the latest stack of letters. She was sitting on the front counter, feet swinging, a pencil behind her ear. “Sensei has the orders ready for the next six months.”

Marco chuckled, his bright blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “You remembered my name-yoi”

“Of course. You’re the phoenix,” Kiri said proudly. “You helped with the burns in the east village last month. I like your hair.”

Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Thanks-yoi, little one.”

As she jumped down to fetch the herb bundles prepared for the Whitebeard Pirates, a folded letter slipped out of the stack and floated to the ground. Marco’s sharp eyes caught the official red seal before Kiri picked it up and stuffed it back in the pile. “Just another Marine invitation,” she said, almost rolling her eyes. “Sensei always ignores them.”

“She’s in the library downstairs,” she added, already heading toward the back of the building. “You can wait here, or—"

“I’ll find her,” Marco said gently.

The underground library was carved into the hill the cottage sat on, lined with carved wooden shelves, low lighting, and a quiet that only places full of knowledge seem to possess.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, a thick tome open in your lap. Notes in your neat script littered the floor around you. The tray of food Kiri had left an hour ago sat beside you, untouched and long gone cold.

You didn’t even look up when Marco leaned against the doorframe.

“You really don’t hear the world when you read, huh?”

Your head jerked up. “Marco.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt-yoi”

You stretched your stiff neck, pushing your glasses up. “No interruption. I just... got carried away again.”

“Looks like it,” he said, moving to sit nearby. “Kiri said you had my order ready?”

“I do,” you said, gesturing toward a carefully packed crate in the corner. “Antitoxins, burn salves, and enough anti-fever tinctures to last you till your next brawl.”

“Perfect,” he said, then added gently, “She also said the Marines keep sending you letters.”

You blinked, tensing slightly. “She shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

“She’s worried-yoi. So am I.”

You sighed, brushing a hand through your hair. “It’s not your concern.”

“Maybe not. But I’m making it mine anyway-yoi.”

The peaceful air shattered several hours later.

Kiri came running into the library, her small frame trembling, tears streaming down her face. Her cheek was bright red from a slap.

“Sensei!” she sobbed. “The bad man from the Marines came again! I told him you weren’t here—but he hit me!”

You shot up, furious and afraid all at once, grabbing her face with both hands. “Let me see, sweetie.”

A small healing bubble formed between your palms and hovered over her wound, pulsing once before fading, taking the pain with it. Kiri hiccupped, her tears slowing.

You pulled her into your arms, lips pressed to her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

She clung to you tightly. Marco stepped forward, fists clenched.

“Watch her,” you said, placing Kiri gently in his arms. “Don’t let her go upstairs. Don’t let him get near her.”

Kiri looked up at Marco, sniffling. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Yeah,” Marco said, voice low but steady. “I’ve got you-yoi.”

Kiri wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “Okay…”

Marco looked down at the child now in his arms, her head buried in his shoulder. She didn’t cry again, but he felt the small tremors in her body. Carefully, his arms wrapped around her, warm and protective.

“I’ve got her,” he finally said, watching you with concern. “Just come back safe-yoi.”

You turned and stormed up the stairs, your sandals striking the stone like thunder.

Marco sat on a worn couch in the quiet underground library, Kiri curled up against him like a kitten. Her hand was tightly clutching his shirt. She didn’t speak for a long time.

He looked around the room filled with ancient books and dusty scrolls—places where your mind clearly lived more than your body. But there were signs of warmth too: sketches from Kiri on the wall, half-finished notes on potion experiments, a teacup still warm on the table.

Kiri broke the silence.

“Sensei reads too much,” she mumbled. “She skips meals and forgets to sleep.”

Marco smiled faintly. “Sounds familiar-yoi. Pops is the same with sake.”

“She’s always helping people,” Kiri mumbled. “But she won’t let anyone help her.”

Marco hummed. “Guess it’s good she has you, huh?”

Kiri smiled, but her voice was still small. “I think she needs someone strong... who’ll stay.”

“She has that-yoi” Marco said quietly, tightening his hold just a little.

Kiri blinked. Then, with all the authority of a child who decided something was law, she declared, “You’re not allowed to leave. Not until she’s okay. And not even then, if I say so.”

He stared at her, startled, then burst into a soft laugh. “Is that so-yoi?”

She nodded with a tiny smile, satisfied. “You’re warm,” she added, curling closer.

Marco let his phoenix energy gently wrap around her like a second blanket, golden flames harmless and comforting. Kiri let out a content sigh and finally closed her eyes.

The Marine was tall, square-jawed, with a crisp white coat and the kind of entitlement that made your skin crawl.

“You’re coming with me,” he barked. “The Navy is done asking nicely.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not leaving this island. I’ve told you that every time.”

He stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. “That’s not your decision anymore.”

Before you could react, his grip tightened—just in time for his hand to erupt in red, itchy hives.

He let out a howl and reeled back, swiping at his burning skin. “What the hell?!”

You narrowed your eyes, voice cold. “You don’t touch me. You don’t touch my child. Ever.”

“Your child?” he spat, eyes narrowing.

“She’s mine,” you said. “In all the ways that matter.”

The Marine hesitated, then sneered, “What you're doing is treason!”

“Treason?” you hissed. “You don’t want my help. You want to own me!”

A sudden pulse of energy shot from your hand, wrapping the man in an invisible net of irritation—his skin broke out in deep, nasty rashes. He screamed, stumbling back toward the door.

“I’ve prepared stronger formulas,” you said coolly. “Leave now, or I’ll test them on you.”

The Marine fled, cursing as he went.

You came back down an hour later, victorious. The man had left, skin covered in painful rashes from your specialty concoction, humiliated and warning others not to cross you.

Marco looked up as you descended slowly, your posture tired but proud. Kiri was fast asleep against him.

“She didn’t want to let go-yoi” he said softly, nodding at the child.

You smiled wearily. “I wouldn’t either.”

You lowered yourself beside them with a hiss of discomfort. Marco noticed the bruise forming in your arm.

“Bruise again?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You nodded. “My powers don’t work on me. Never have.”

He reached for the first-aid kit without being asked.

As he carefully began to bandage your bruise, you glanced at him.

“Thank you,” you said. “...for not leaving, and for being patient.”

He met your gaze, steady and sincere.

“I wasn’t going to-yoi. Not then, not now.”

You closed your eyes as the bandage settled against your skin, Kiri’s soft breathing the only sound in the room for a while.

And in the quiet, surrounded by books, healing, and warmth, something unspoken passed between you and Marco—a beginning neither of you had planned, but both silently agreed to continue.

[visenyaism]

Hey, I don't know if you ever read American girl doll books, but wanted to see if you were aware that Florida has also banned some of those books.

Like everyone talks about the road to censorship but I think we are already getting to that point. Like they banned some books that just talk about how kids deserve school and shouldn't be forced to work in factories.

I am unable to find any non-tiktok hearsay source definitively saying this has happened in any specific divisions but I believe it could’ve.

I would like to talk about the book bans though. It can be easy to feel powerless right now or like all of this is a force of nature, but resisting these is decently actionable. Curriculum in America is almost entirely controlled by the states, but state policy is interpreted at the division-level (counties, cities, districts, etc.) What specific books get banned is decided locally. That means is that the threshold needed to create change is a lot lower.

Deciding to regularly show up to school board meetings and speak in defense of banned books and inclusive curriculum is one of the most impactful things you can do to fight them. Showing up in numbers and willing to be the loudest people in the room is how hate groups moms for liberty got these books banned in the first place. We can do that too.

[zip-zoom]

hi . more hypmic art

[retrofutbolmgc]

Chendo • Real Madrid CF (1982-1998)

[ladyyy--stardust]

i saw this edit tiktok and i just... i had to get this out of my head <3

(non-glitch image below)

[firstdivisiongirl]

can i request headcanons for Tokyo revenger; draken, Mikey, mistuya and baji in a scenario where they're walking and a random girl (reader) walks up to them and begs them to pretend they know her because she thinks shes being followed?

(Bonus if reader isn't from japan and just moved there so her language skills aren't that great)

Hi there. This was so cute! So, the only one I did not write for is Mikey. I might eventually write one for Mikey and maybe a few other characters. I made the reader for Mitsuya and Draken foreign, but not Baji's. Idk why I did that but it kind of happened? Anyways, sorry for rambling. Thank you for the request and please enjoy!

Trigger Warning: Stalking

Baji, Mitsuya and Draken Helping Out a Female Reader When They Feel Uncomfortable

Baji:

Baji is a true gentleman

I know right!  Shocker

You were walking home late one night from the supermarket because you needed something to eat and you had nothing at home

You felt these eyes on you

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man following you

He walked a little faster and faster, but you still felt like you were being followed

Suddenly, you saw this guy, about your age with beautiful long black hair

You walked up to him and asked him quietly if he would just pretend to be with you

You explained that you felt like you were being followed and were scared

Baji immediately looked around and then grabbed your hand.

The man walked away thinking you two were a couple

He asked where you lived and he took drove you home on his motorcycle that was parked not far from where you two were

When you arrived home, he gave you his number

He said if you ever needed to run an errand late at night or felt uncomfortable ever to just call him and he would be there for you

Mama Baji would be proud of her son

And you were happy to have a new friend

Mitsuya:

Another gentleman in Toman

You were new to Tokyo

Really Japan in general

Ever since you moved to Tokyo, you worked late at night at a convenience store so that you could earn extra money to help out the family and take care of your younger siblings

One night on the way home, you just had this bad feeling

You felt like you were being watched

Which was only made worse when you saw a mysterious figure behind you

But suddenly, you saw this boy

He had silver hair and an earring in his left ear

You walked up to him and tried to tell him what was going on

Sadly, your Japanese wasn’t great

He tried to follow, but he was having trouble

Suddenly, a few words clicked and he figured out you were being followed and you wanted him to pretend to know you

He grabbed your hand and smiled at you, kissing your cheek

You were bright red at this point

So was he

Eventually, he noticed the figure walk away

After that, he told you who he in the best English he could speak

Thankfully, he was a good student in English class, so he wasn’t too bad

He apologized for the kiss and walked you the rest of the way home telling you about himself as you did the same

Turns out that was the start of a beautiful friendship

And eventually a really cute romance

Draken:

All these Toman boys are just gentleman

I swear, they are

But anyways

You were on your way home from cram school and you saw a man out of the corner of your eye

You kept walking hoping you were just freaking out for nothing

Well, you weren’t

Eventually, you saw this guy with a dragon tattoo on the side of his head

He looked scary, but you were desperate

You walked up to him and in your best Japanese, you begged him to help you out and pretend to know you.

Well, Draken was a bit confused at first but he saw the look in your eyes and decided to help you out

He walked with you until he saw the man leave

He handed you his number and asked you to meet him after school the next day

After that, he introduced you to all of his friends, including the boys and Emma

That one act of kindness helped you to feel more comfortable not only that one night, but for the rest of your life in Tokyo

They even helped you learn more Japanese and you helped them with English

You were thankful for Draken’s kindness

And Draken was happy to help someone in need

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