#p.o.c.

[guerrilla-operator]

Spine // P.O.C.

[dollskill-is-trash]

A pretty good breakdown of why Dolls Kill has been burning into ash...

[bisaster-energy]

BROKEN BY THE EMPIRE. RAISED BY MTV. BUT STILL! IT'S FISH!! AND CHIPS! FOR! TEEEEEA!!!!

idc idc i think it's a banger

[6vaguebook]

Can we all just agree to stop pressuring creators to have the most diverse cast of characters as humanly possible at the expense of their story?

Like, yes, maybe I don't have a lot of female characters, maybe I don't need an equal amount of male and female characters to tell my story Gary I don't have time for token characters

[l0verb0t]

going back to being more active, but I think I'm going to completely redo the info posts. (and add tags like "x reader" so they can be found)

[cripsynapkinskin]

Most Hozier fans will do ANYTHING but acknowledge the African-American influence that shapes most of his music. No one talks about it, and no one cares.

Rather let him be your "forest daddy", "fae king", "Irish dude", and all that stuff, and refuse to acknowledge some of the political and social commentary he's made, especially those that affect P.O.C. Rather put his folk music on a pedestal, and ignore everything else. Rather "go look another way".

I've probably seen about 2 posts ever, that talk about the African-American influence in "Take Me To Church", self-titled and "Wasteland, Baby", and almost everything. Everybody else just sees his music as cute cottagecore, forest folk stuff. It's almost as if "Nina Cried Power" (such a powerful anthem, with THE Mavis Staples) , "Almost (Sweet Music), "Someone New" and basically the whole of self-titled don't actually exist.

It's almost as if Hozier doesn't incorporate R&B, Soul, Blues, Gospel, Funk and Rock and Roll into his music, and it's almost if these SAME people don't enjoy it.

He mixes Irish with African-American and everybody only acknowledges and appreciates one side of that. How surprising. How shocking. 🙁

[honey-flustered]

Imagine Eddie helping you out with your night skin care routine when you’re too drunk to do it yourself…

tags: p.o.c coded, bonnets, fluffy, black!reader, boyfriend!eddie, forehead kisses, intoxication, established relationship

So Eddie and you would be coming from Steve’s NYE party and you’re drunk as hell and so is he, but he’s a lot more sober than you.

You’re stumbling all over the house to get to your room and he’s picking up after you as you throw your heels off somewhere, drop your keys on the ground, pull off your itchy sequins dress and tossing it behind you; leaving you in just your underwear.

The moment you reach your bedroom, you’d plop down on the bed face first and Eddie’s just giggling at how silly you are.

He’d turn you over on your back and be like, “Not so fast, missy. You’ve got that all that makeup on your face.”

You’d sit up and he’d know to get your makeup wipes. When you expect yourself to clean your face on your own, he does so instead and he’s so gentle with it.

He’ll kiss your lips after every swipe. He’d carefully remove your mink lashes and place them somewhere carefully in case you’d like to preserve them.

Then, he’d caress your moisturizer into your skin, playfully and annoyingly passing a large hand on your face over and over just to see if you’d reach up and stop him from doing it again. And you’d both share a laugh when you catch on to his little game.

“You bully.” You say, poking his tummy and he’d just laugh because he knows that you like it when he teases you.

If you prefer your hair to be braided before placing your satin bonnet over it, he’d braid your hair the way you taught him and he’d know exactly how to massage the oil into your scalp.

Then, he’d slot the bonnet over your head carefully and kiss your forehead, letting you lay back against the mattress.

“How’d I do?” He’d ask.

“Pamper me like this every night.” You say, looking up with hopeful eyes.

“You mean, you don’t feel like I have? Shit, I really should step up my game.” He quips, kissing the space between your brows as you blinked your last glimpse of him before a peaceful slumber takes over you.

[blahbydesign]

Listen...

I adore Tommy and if Tommy and Buck end up endgame then I'll be more than happy (unless they do something to hurt each other).

Are you kidding? I'm already more than happy (and still in a lot of shock and awe) that a network show in amerika, about first responders, has more than just one (1) queer-identified person and more than just two (2) p.o.c. characters in the main cast. I'm fucking estatic. Years of my life and attention and empathy being poured into something that's pouring back into me, and I haven't been turned off, as a queer fan, yet.

Back to the point: I adore Tommy, But listen...

That doesn't change my feelings of buddie being my preferred ship. Whether it comes to be or not, I just think they're neat, and it'll probably fuck me up two ways from Sunday (in the best way) if they were endgame.

I don't understand why there's pressure to conform to any ship real or hoped for.

Why are some people mad that some buddie shippers are still rooting for buddie?

Why are some buddie shippers trashing tommy so hard (not just in the "my ship is better" way)?

And!

The FUCK do some of you mean that we all have to get behind Buck x Tommy because it's finally good queer rep??!? We have Hen and Karen and Josh, and we even had Michael.

MULTIPLE queer stories have been told to us as we've watched the team attempt to help multiple queer people.

Buck and Tommy are not the end all of good representation for the queer community on this show (unless you only care about Buck). I adore Tommy but guilt tripping people to root for them because otherwise you think they dont care about the queer community? What?!

[dumpster-fire-x]

KinnPorsche was the fandom that got me into writing, inspired great confidence in me as a writer. I’ve meet some great people from the fandom and I’m honoured to say some of them are my friends.

So many good things happened to me through this fandom.

It’s also some of the very people from the community that have ruined the fandom for me.

I don’t know when or if I’ll ever write KinnPorsche and KimChay again. I know some would say to isolate the media from its toxic fandom members. I can’t do that. Some of the people I met through this fandom are deeply intertwined with my whole experience as a writer creating content for this fandom.

Writing has been ruined for me. Trust has been ruined for me. Friendships have been ruined for me.

And as P.O.C, I’ve been deeply disappointed and hurt by some members of the fandom. Words have been thrown around like they don’t have lasting consequences. People of colour have always been aware how a regular sentence could mean something so different to us. But the moment we voice out, even the most inactive of server members, even the lurkers come out of the abyss to share their two cents, when they have no fucking clue what actually went on.

The actions, the words are still affecting real people.

My friends are still being affected and are trying so hard to recover from their anger, hurt and loss. Because they lost a community they thought they were safe in.

I’ve come to resignedly accept that this fandom, that once meant so much to me, has been shattered because of the actions and words of some people.

I don’t know how to end this long and winded block of text.

So, I’ll sign off here.

[shutit-haha]

Bakugou X reader from PR

This is VERY self indulgent and I'm puertorican so readers gonna have to be puertorican too. Might make this into a series, or at the least a longer piece. Let me know what you guys think. Sorry the ending is like non-existant.

Bakugou wasn't sure as to how he fell in love with you. Well actually he was. You were so independent. Spoke three different languages; English, Spanish and Japanese. And you are currently working on learning a fourth. You bought yourself a ring as a commitment to yourself. And you had your own big office in your own big business.

"I'm sorry why are you here again?" You were reading something from where you sat behind your desk. Your Japanese was perfect, the kind of accent he hears when at home.

"You scheduled the meeting," he growled, biting back an insult. You seemed so serious and yet in comparison to him still so small. Then again the man had a growthsport that turned him into a mountain.

"Oh," you laughed then. Your eyes crinkled in the corners hair falling back with the way you tossed your head. "That was probably a drunk buy one of my friends made. They're not from here so... and the coquito was stronger than we thought it would me." Your smile then fell, "I'm not paying for this am I?"

"You haven't hired me yet," he growled out again. His voice was harsher this time, the veins in his neck bulging from the strain of his venom.

Bakugou knows exactly how he fell in love with you. What he didn't know was how he stayed in love with you.

You didn't wake up at 5 in the morning like he did, or at least like how he thought you did too. No you slept in to damn near 1 in the afternoon and blamed in on whatever the fuck P.O.C time is. You started your morning with a shower and a skin routine. You'd stare at yourself in the mirror whole naked- which he did too but the way you did was...weird.

"What chu doing?" He was just as naked as you were hands hovering over your hips, breath fanning your neck.

"Shh," you shushed him softly. Your eyes were shut as you took a deep breath in. "I am beautiful. I am the epitome of beauty. Beauty is not a competition. You are not simply better than me because of how you look, nor am I better than you."

"Affirmations?"

"For the insecurity demons creep in during the night." You turn around to kiss him, arms wrapping loosely around his neck. Finally he grips roughly at your hips, teeth diving straight for your neck. "Insecirity always creeps in during the night, so I like to kick it out in the morning."

"You gonna be productive today?"

You shrugged. Turns out you weren't as driven as he believed you to be. You sat at your breakfast bar with a Journal and a cute pen. Your silk robe was wrapped around you, and your legs were crossed. Your feet didn't reach the floor so your slippers fell off, your barefeet were smooth and nails painted. He had no idea how you managed to be so flawless.

"Breakfast," he grunted. Bakugou (you figured out) was nosy. "What chu you doing now?" He leaned his head forward a little so he could read it.

"Thoughts, dream, aspirations, inspirations." You preferred him being a chismosa rather than machismo.

He didn't understand your worry or stress sure but that's because he was born here, in Japan. "Explain it to me again."

"I can't travel with you. I have to live here ten years consistently in order to file for citizenship."

"You're not-" He didn't want to finish that. He worried it might make him sound...you know.

"Visa," you grunt trying to bulldoze your way past the subject. It made you anxious and you didn't like it one bit. Not someone as confident and sure as you are.

"I'll just marry you."

"Not really how that works chuelo, but I appreciate you trying." You give him a lopsided smile.

"How the hell does it work then?"

"Can we not right now mi amor?"

He stares at you before sitting down with a huff. "Fine," when he replies one of his canines catching in the light.

"Thank you," you tuck away your hair.

[wanderingsorcerer]

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[agaypanic]

Hi I love your writing. Can you do a Violet Baudelaire x fem p.o.c plus size reader where the reader is distracting Olaf at the heimlich hospital so the Baudelaires can get away and ends up getting kidnapped by Olaf. Thanks 😊.

Save Yourself (Violet Baudelaire X POC!Plus Size!Reader)

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Summary: The Baudelaires meet Y/n, a volunteer at the Heimlich Hospital. Y/n takes it upon herself to help her new friends, but it doesn’t go as planned.

A/N: Reader is in charge of the library of records because why not lol

***

Being a teen employee at a half-built hospital was actually very uneventful for you. People usually weren’t admitted because the hospital was outside the city, and the admitted people usually just lay in bed waiting to get out. So you would go around refilling supply closets and cleaning up messes. But most of your time was spent in the Library of Records.

As previously stated, life at Heimlich Hospital was uneventful because there were no new people. But that all changed when the V.F.D., Volunteers Fighting Disease, showed up to spread cheer to all the patients that resided in the half-finished hospital. What caught your eye was the three younger volunteers in the group. As soon as they could, they broke off from the lively group of volunteer singers and made their way to the library. Suspicious of their behavior, you followed after them.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you saw them try to open the door to the library. “You know, we don’t put patients in the basement, so you guys are most definitely in the wrong place.”

“We’re so sorry.” The girl said. She seemed around your age, probably the oldest of the three. You also noted that she was very pretty, but pushed that thought away as she kept talking. “My siblings and I were looking for the Library of Records.”

“Why?” You asked. How did these strangers know about the library, and why were they looking for it in the first place?

“We wanted to find some information.”

“Well, obviously.” You laughed at the statement. It was a library; what else would you do? “What are your names?”

They looked scared at the question. You didn’t ask why, simply waiting for an answer.

“Um, I’m Violet. These are my siblings, Klaus and Sunny.” You nodded, not knowing why that was so hard for them to disclose.

“Well, I’m Y/n, and I’m in charge of the Library of Records.” You pulled out your set of keys to unlock the door. You don’t know why, but these people seemed trustworthy. Maybe it was because you didn’t get to hang out with people your age. You pushed the thought away, focusing on opening the door. “You could’ve asked to volunteer down here. That would’ve been better than me seeing you guys try to break in.”

You lead the way into the Library of Records, the siblings following close behind you. Rows and rows of tall file cabinets filled the room, going in alphabetical order. Chutes from the ceiling dropped items for you to file into baskets.

“If you’re gonna look for something here, you gotta work for it.”

“How do we do that?” Violet asked. Her eagerness startled you, but you quickly recovered.

“Just do some volunteer work here for the day. It’s all pretty easy. You just take something from the basket and put it in the correct file cabinet.”

“What if we don’t know what the correct file cabinet is?” Klaus asked.

“Then just ask; I’ll know where it goes.”

For the rest of the day, the siblings helped you around the Library of Records. Klaus and Sunny seemed to get the hang of it. Violet, however, would always ask you for confirmation on where something was supposed to go. Not that you minded.

When the day was over, everyone was tired. You invited them to come rest with you, which they gladly accepted. So now, you all lay outside on giant beams of the unfinished half of the Heimlich Hospital. Klaus and Sunny dozed off while you and Violet stayed up, talking quietly.

“So, how did you end up with the V.F.D.?” You asked, looking up at the stars. “You’re obviously not really part of the volunteer group, or else you wouldn’t have split from them so quickly.”

“You’re pretty observant,” Violet commented. “Do you keep up with the news?” You decided not to ask why she would ask such an unrelated question.

“No. Most of the time, the story is twisted to support a certain narrative. So if I want to know something, I go straight to the source to ask. But I usually don’t care, so I don’t ask.”

Violet seemed to look delighted, relieved even, at your response.

“So you care enough about how I ended up here to ask?”

“You could say that.” You glanced at her. “So, are you gonna tell me or not?”

Violet then told you about the entire adventure she and her siblings had been on. It was filled with unfortunate events that tugged at your heart as you listened. By the time she was done telling the whole story, you were baffled.

“That’s… certainly a story. It seems you lived a full life in just a few months.”

“Yeah. It makes me appreciate the quiet moments I get to have. No chaos, just calm and sweet.”

“Is this one of those moments?” You felt bold for asking. This poor girl had just told you her whole unfortunate life story, and you were borderline flirting with her. She looked at you and smiled.

“Yeah, I think it is.”

***

Quiet moments don’t last forever. When morning came, you and the Baudelaire siblings returned to work at the Library of Records. As promised, you helped them search for what they were looking for. They were looking for a sugar bowl. You had no memory of a sugar bowl coming into the Library of Records, but you still helped them search. Instead, they found a file from a file cabinet that had caught their attention.

“What’s so special about the Snicket file?” You asked as Violet carefully opened the envelope containing a film reel. “Also, why were you looking in ‘V’? ‘Sugar bowl’ starts with an ‘S.’”

“Why is a film reel labeled ‘Snicket’ in ‘V’?” Violet asked in return as she handed the reel to Klaus.

“I was given very specific instruction to file anything ‘Snicket’ under ‘V.F.D.’ Where are you going with that?”

“Who instructed you? And we need a projector to see what’s on the reel. Where would that be?”

“That’s classified.” Violet looked at you, and you realized she couldn’t tell whether whoever instructed you or where the projector was was classified. You sighed. “Out the doors, first room on the right. It should be unlocked; I use it to watch movies on slow nights.” You started to walk to one of the baskets to file away more things.

“You’re not coming with us?” A hand closed around your wrist, startling you. You turned around to see that Violet had followed you, but her siblings were where you had left them.

“I have work to do, Violet.” You didn’t know why she looked slightly dejected at your response, but it made you kick yourself for putting that look on her face. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

She nodded. Her hand slid down from your wrist to your hand to give it a tight squeeze before pulling away. She walked back to her siblings, and they went to the projecting room.

Now it was just you, filing things away, alone with your thoughts. Why were you so willing to help complete strangers? And why was it so easy for Violet to get something from you with just a pout? You wished you could file your thoughts away like you do in the Library of Records. Out of sight, out of mind. A familiar peace filled you as you walked around the library, putting things away.

“Run!” Peace never lasts, apparently. You closed a file cabinet and turned towards the source of the noise. The Baudelaires were running towards you, the door slamming behind you.

“Why are you running?” You asked, feeling slightly irritated that they were disturbing the library’s peace.

“Esmé.” Violet simply said, trying to catch her breath. You recognized the name from the stories Violet told you last night. “We need to hide.”

“Follow me.” You ran, leading the way to the back of the library. From far away, you heard the doors burst open, a sickly sweet voice trying to coerce the Baudelaires.

“Y/n, this is a dead end,” Violet said as you neared the back wall.

“No, it’s not.” You pointed to your destination. “There are air vents with chute doors you can open. Get in them, but don’t go all the way down. We won’t be able to fit in one, so we’ll have to split up.”

Before the Baudelaires could say anything, you all heard a terrifying thud and creak of metal against metal. You looked back, still running, to see giant file cabinets falling like dominoes right toward you and the Baudelaires. Without a word, you led them to the right to an air vent.

“Two of you get in.” You quickly instructed.

“Klaus and Sunny.” Violet decided. Without protest, her younger siblings opened and jumped into the vent. You looked around, groaning once you realized the fallen cabinets blocked the next closest vent. So you and Violet would have to run past it to the next one, twice the distance.

“Come on.” You grabbed Violet’s hand and, without waiting for her to prepare for the run, made a break for it. The two of you tried not to stop out of fear whenever you heard more cabinets fall. Anger rose in you towards Esmé. Not just because she was working with Count Olaf to go after the Baudelaires but also because she was destroying the Library of Records that you had devoted so much of your time to.

After what felt like forever, you and Violet reached the air vent. You urged her to go first, keeping a lookout for Esmé just in case she tried to be sneaky. After Violet got situated, she beckoned you to come in. But before you could, you heard heels clicking from close by.

“I’ll get her to follow me out. Then you and your siblings will be safe.” You thought your tone would convey that you wouldn’t budge on the matter. But Violet thought otherwise.

“No, just come in. She won’t find us.”

“I can’t risk it. I’m sorry.” You don’t know why you were apologizing. You were keeping Violet and her siblings safe by leading Esmé away. Maybe it was that disappointed pout again that made you reconsider your options, but in the end, you stood your ground. Hearing Esmé’s steps grow closer, you closed the vent, despite Violet’s protests.

You just started running. Despite the library being in absolute disarray, you still knew the room like the back of your hand. When you were halfway to the doors, you started to shout to get Esmé’s attention.

“I have what you want, Esmé! Come and get it!” You hoped that because of her heels, you’d be faster. You could find Babs and tell her that the hospital was under attack.

“Give it to me, and no one gets hurt, little girl,” Esmé replied, following after you. You quickened your pace to further the distance. Soon enough, you saw the doors. Your escape. 

You pushed them open and ran right into someone. Instead of helping you up gently, they got a firm grip on you. It seemed they didn’t want you to keep running. You looked up to see a man in a doctor’s coat. But you’ve never seen him before now, so either he was new or there was something terribly wrong.

“Not a Baudelaire, but you’ll do for now.” Count Olaf grinned, dragging you off with Esmé following behind.

[popcultureconfessions]

New pictures from Wicked were released and one had Nessa but still no Doctor Dillamond. Guys, I really think Idina is going to be that character... 🐐 So what do we think about that??

Still a hard pass. As for Idina, I love her and the idea of her as a character instead of having a cameo, but her as that character? No. HOWEVER, one of the cast members said the character will be portrayed by a puppeteer, so there is a possibility that Dr. Dillamond will be a puppet instead of live-action! But I'm not buying that. Oh, you know what? The film also could've gone the CGI route for Dr. Dillamond and therefore require a particular ❄️SOMEone❄️ to do the voiceover.

(For anyone who needs context, Dr. Dillamond, a talking goat, is a professor at Shiz University. 🐐 The character is super crucial to the novel/musical.)

[bebe-thewriter]

She's Cute   Chapter: 1

~content warning~ this is an x black reader story ofc you can read if your not black or p.o.c but keep in mind that i refuse to make it “more acommedating” for you, go find all the millions of stories with white main gyals. 

~Note~ I'm here with a little diff. So once again we have a bimbo black reader buttttt she’s still smart obvi. Also the reader gets sent to a different dimension so I hope y’all enjoy!!!!! -BeBe🧘🏾‍♀️

~pairing~ Benimaru Shinmon x black reader :) enjoy! 

“Just a little reminder ma’am, we will be closing in 5 minutes.” The librarian said in a soft tone. “Yeah ofc I’m sorry for holding you up, I know first hand about wanting to get out of work” I say with a nod.

The librarian starts to slowly look down at my books with a tilted head interest. “Spontaneous combustion huh, I remember when I was younger and it was the biggest issue at the time, not global warming, or bullying. I’m so happy the younger generation is taking an interest in our past.” The older woman says.

“Oh it’s just for a research paper, I honestly don’t see the big deal with it, seems pretty avoidable if you ask me.” I say with a shrug. “Oh really, I understand your thought process since you weren’t physically there, but maybe you’ll gain more knowledge about the subject.” She says with a smile.

“Maybe” I say, knowing damn well I just want an A in my class.

After I check out I head home to get started on my project.

“Ok y/n just start this stupid project, just write a thesis and one counter argument and then you can reward yourself with a coffee in the morning.” I say rushing up the stairs.

But suddenly I started falling backwards and then….. I black out.

(Sirens start ringing)

“Ahhh a inferno” “please step away from the train!” “SOMEBODY HELP HER”

My eyes start to slowly flicker open to the loud sound of screaming.. multiple screams. When I finally come to, I see an actual monster looking down on me with big flames coming out of it.

“Umm hey buddy, I don’t exactly know what I said or did to you but I’m sorry??” I say it . “Arghhh” it said back. “Wtf did you just say to me, I’ll actually throw hands bro” I say posting up to it. It roars again and I see my life flash before my eyes.

But before the monster could strike, I felt myself being lifted out of harm's way. “Are you ok miss, I’m sorry I’m so late.” I slowly open my eyes to a sharp smile and short black hair. “I’m ok, you came in the Knick of time. Thank you ummm-“ “ Shinra, my name is Shinra.”

Before I can reply I see 5 more people arrive on the scene and proceed to take down the flame monster. “Good job in successfully rescuing the civilian Shinra.” A man with a VERY developed body praises the young boy, who for some reason still has you scooped up in his arms.

“It’s my job as a fire soldier sir!” Your body tensed. ‘What the hell, fire soldier? This is exactly like my project topic’ you think. ‘There’s no way I’m here in the past? WTH is happening.’

“Ms. Are you ok?” The man asks. “Just like what I told Mr. Shinra I’m fine.” I say. “Just checking again! My name is Obi. Nice to meet you.” He flashes a bright smile.

“My name is y/n nice to meet you.” You reply. “I know what you experienced was incredibly scary, I hope we can repay you for getting here a little late.” He says with apologetic eyes.

You think for a second, this is a golden opportunity for your school project! “I have to pay you back... Please allow me to!” you say. The man who you've just figured out is named Obi. “Hmm.. Well, we do need some help around the base. unfortunately our whole unit is terrible at cooking haha.” Perfect, this is exactly what you wanted. 

“Yes i accept!'' I say with a big smile. “Shinra, Arthur this young lady will be bunking with you, do not make her uncomfortable in any shape or form. If she says you have harmed her in any way I will tie you upside down to a pole and use you for target practice.” a man with glasses spits. 

“YES SIR.”  “sorry miss (y/n) you can't exactly get settled in right now because we were currently going to a meeting with some newly made colleges of ours.'' Shinra explained that they fought very hard for the respect of their peers and they finally got it along with a new source of intel. 

“We're here.” I stepped out of the train to see the most beautiful town known to man, “Whoa,” I said , witnessing the beauty of the town called Asakusa It was truly magnificent. “That's what everyone says when they first see this town. It's our pride and joy!” i turn around to the voice that just spoke. It was a man no older than 35, muscular, he wore bandages around his whole body, and contained a prominent scar on the bridge of his nose.

“Im Konro, you must be new to the 8th i've never seen you before.” he says with a smile on his face. “Oh yes, yes im (Y/N) the new…. Intern” you replied slowly not knowing what your actual role is yet. You two chat some more until you realize that up close he's incredibly attractive. Like actually. You slowly start to inch closer to him, enough to feel his warmth radiating off his skin. ‘God i dont know of it because he's a fire soldier or if its the fact that he's really hot’ you think. 

Konro picks up on this and inches closer to you as well. So close that you can feel his breath on your ear. You lean forward a bit to hear what he has to say. “(Y/N) as much as i think you're a charming girl, and i absolutely love your attention on me, we can't ignore the fact that i'm a bit too old for you sweetheart, and we also just met.” he remarks stepping away from you completely to hang with Obi. due to the lack of heat you shiver a bit, when you hear, “But i have a friend who's around your age and would absolutely kill for a chance to speak with you.” he ends his sentence with a friendly smile.

“20 minutes in a new environment and you've already made a potential love interest! Damn (y/n) this must be the power of feminim people.” Maki sighs. “Oh Maki I'm sure you have people waiting for you, I mean I haven't even been here an hour and I can tell Shinra has a thing for you! Hahah '' I replied hoping to lift her spirits.

“Why the hell is it so loud?” a soft but dominant voice yells out. You turn only to be face to face with the most handsome man on earth…….. Benimaru Shinmon. You softly smiled at the man and bowed, giving him a tiny whiff of your cocoa butter lotion, And gently looked up through your long eyelashes, batting them slightly. As you raised your head you could hear Adam's apple bob just the tiniest bit, and his jaw clenched quickly. “Hi Mr. Shinmon, I've heard alot about you, I'm the 8ths new assistant (Y/n) (L/N) pleasure to make your acquaintance” you say with a soft smile. 

“Don't be too formal with me. And don't bow to me either.” he replies monotony. “Also my name is Beni so you got it.” 

“Ahh waka must have taken a liking to her, just as i said.” 

“Welcome to the 7th it's nice to have you (y/n)” walking away from the girl, she looks back at him with a small blush, ‘damn school textbooks dont dont do him justice’.”so what do you think waka, i told you she was your type” you hear konro speak from across the room, and listen intently for the reply. 

“Shes cute”

~Note~ Yoyoyoyo it's been a while, i've been writing this story for 2 months and finally got it done today! I hope yall like it. -BeBe out!