#gotta finish this assignment first then i'll cry

[eccentriccryptid]

What if I just...had a breakdown?

[maddyguru]

I haven't written anything for toji, but this idea is in my head :

Tw: incest, angst, non con, loss of virginity, dead dove: do not eat, minors dni

Toji who left the zenin family and was a twin, born as an older brother to his younger twin sister. He was abused his whole life, and his baby sister was trained to be a housewife because she's a girl, that's her duty.

She watched as toji endured another beating, name called, and she was the one who treated his wounds throughout his life.

When he left the family, indirectly, he cut off his contacts with her as well.

But when he was assigned to kidnap and torture a certain zenin girl who was his sister, he hesitated at first, but eventually agreeing because the pay was too good, and he needs the money badly.

Sneaking into the zenin house was easy for a skilled assassin like him and taking the young woman was easy.

She recognized him quickly. The scar at the corner of his mouth. She knew it was her older twin. Toji almost felt sorry, but he pushed it aside. Money is his goal.

His client demanded him to film him violating her. What a sick fuck, he admitted, but when you cried for him to stop, he'll admit, it was hot. And he hasn't laid with anyone for so long, this will do. Morals? Toji doesn't care about morals. Money is his god and nothing else.

He knew she was a virgin. That house trained her to be a breeder. And he knows it'll hurt her but what choice does he have? Eventually, he got his cock wet inside her breached pussy, a little blood on the floor.

He ignored her cries, clinging on his shirt for him to stop. He cackled at her hopelessness. He felt relieved a little, like he was getting back at the Zenin by hurting their little girl, although they don't care about her for being a woman. She's not that lucky, but luckier than him at least.

By the time he finished taking her virginity, she passed out, crying.

"good. I'll send the money to you."

"make it quick. I gotta shower after fucking my own sister."

It was true. Toji did shower, with guilt and tears. She didn't deserve that, but he was broken. Too selfish and so he ended up hurting you.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

Simply Elliott - Chapter 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Dr. Burgess

"How was your day, Elliott?" Dr. Burgess asked but I only shrugged.

I was usually compliant during my weekly sessions with Dr. Burgess.

In fact, I actually liked Dr. Burgess over the other failed therapists my parents assigned me to.

When I told my parents about me wanting to be a boy, they did a whole bunch of research and by 'research' I mean joining a 'Parents with Transgender Kids' group on Facebook and found that a lot of kids going through transition benefited from seeing a counselor on the regular.

I was a bit reluctant in the beginning especially when my first therapist, Dr. Harris talked a little too much about the cons of me being transgender.

Turns out she was just transphobic, go figure.

Then we found Dr. Burgess who specifically worked with queer and transgender kids, so I guess he was alright.

Dr. Burgess never sugarcoated anything and never made me feel judged or like he only cared about my money.

He spoke like he actually cared about me.

I didn't know if that was true or not and I didn't want to find out.

"Come on, Elliott, you know as well as I do that therapy only works if you engage."

I sighed and switched positions from siting slumped over with my face in my palms and my elbows digging into my knees, to laying down on his grey couch, face up.

My hands folded together across my stomach.

"Today kinda sucked, I guess."

"How so?"

"Well, for starters, a classmate of mine reminded me I still have a vagina. Of course, the way he had to remind me was by humiliating me. Then my friend, Carter almost made it worse by bringing attention to it and my shitty, transphobic teacher gave me a detention."

"Mr. Stevens again?" I nodded.

"You have a solid case, Elliott, you could go to the board and..."

"There's no point. I'm graduating early."

At least that was the plan.

All I needed was to complete English IV and Social Studies and both of those I'd finish by the end on first semester.

"What did your classmate say?"

"I don't wanna talk about that. He's a lowlife who peaked in high school."

"But what he said got to you?"

I groaned, annoyed at myself because Dr. Burgess was right, Michael Anderson got to me.

Michael is the equivalent to scum on the Earth and yet I let his words get under my skin.

I sat up while speaking in exasperation.

"I just want the surgery done now. It fucking sucks knowing..."

'God dammit, I was going to cry.'

I laid back down, dragging my finger nails back and forth over my thighs as I blinked rapidly, willing my stupid self not to cry.

"Knowing a physical part of me is missing. I mean, how the fuck do you cope with life until you get that missing part?"

Yeah, I ended up sobbing for the rest of my session but that day turned around in the evening.

Carla, Carter and I met up at our town's movie theater where Sam worked at.

Sam and Sam's friend, Ben were working at the concession, filling buckets with popcorn and drizzling on butter before handing it to customers.

Sam was going on about his plan to surprise in boyfriend up in Chicago.

I heard about the relationship and how they both got together, Noah cheating on his girlfriend for Sam.

It made me a little nervous for Sam.

I liked Noah and they were definitely good together but being away at college is different.

You meet knew people, discover more about yourself and want to experience new things.

I just hoped Noah doesn't end up hurting Sam.

Sam was a good person.

"So I'll get to Noah's by nine am. I think he has class until ten or something, so I'll have time to settle in before he gets home."

"You gotta be completely naked when he gets home," Carter suggested with a grin and Sam actually looked like he was considering the idea.

"Oh, yes," Carla exclaimed with excitement.

I chuckled.

"Definitely don't do that, what if he brings his friends or classmates over?"

"Ew, yeah, that'd be humiliating," Sam agreed, right before a group of freshman, walked up to the counter for popcorn.

Carla, Carter and I moved to the side to give the group some room.

"Oh, I wish I had someone to come surprise me," Carla spoke with a tad of loneliness in her tone.

I shrugged and Carter said.

"Trust me, relationships are ass. Always having to check in on them, no communication, trust issues and jealousy, cheating and lies. Most of them are fake," Carter spoke like he truly believed that.

"Sam and Noah just got lucky. Barely. Sam's jealousy is fucking drowning him."

"Damn," I said.

"I mean, I'm not one for 'true love' and shit but that's a little too pessimistic."

"You both are pessimistic," Carla spoke.

"You always think everyone's going to hate your body," she was talking to me and Carter gave me a questioning look.

Carla didn't know how to filter herself.

"And you," she was talking to Carter now.

"Think everyone's going to be the same as your ex-girlfriend."

"And you," Carter spoke to Carla.

"Read too much romance novels."

Carla laughed.

"That's probably true."

I shook my head with a faux chuckle but I felt a bit abashed by Carla's words.

She was right though, it's hard to believe anyone would find my body attractive let alone love it.

Especially when I hated it but did she really need to say that in front of Carter?

And then I started thinking about how I hated my body and how Carter knew that and oh God, I just wanted to lay in bed and not get out.

"Hey, um, I'm actually gonna go home. Tell Sam I said bye," I told them.

I was no longer in the mood to talk to anyone.

[byhees]

good morning vi!! how is your day going far?? it's treating you well right? or else just tell me i'll make it even better ^^ umm, my day was kinda of okay because i don't know what to think but my dad got admitted to (dental) hospital because he has some infection and his jaw swelled a lot.

he's okay now and my mom will go later, after cooking lunch for us (me, my sis, my bro and granny) and then later that night i complete writing three words for three subjects each and my hand is paining right now :(

i guess i started writing at 9:50 pm and ended it at 3:15 (#_<-) that was the first time i completed my work, all satisfied and tofay i'll treat myself with chocolate or ice cream <3

w_w, you dance?? c'mon i need to have a dance with you vi :( that's so nice — what kind of dance did you learn, i leant bharatanatyam since young and i stopped learning it in 8th grade and due to that my body is so fucking stiff whenever i try to dance to other genres ヽ（≧□≦）ノ

and i think i don't know much about myself, my likes or dislikes but i surely have a few?? i like to sleep ^^ and i used to take singing classes but i stopped because while i was going to my class, a dog came running back at me and bit my frock (i was safe, it didn't bite my ass, lmfao) and i was so traumatised for life — i didn't step outside my house since that day 😭😭😭

but i find that memory so funny because i ran crying, "mummy!!!!! hhaahahahha" lmfao, i can't stop laughing at myself. so embarrasing :) and i like cats, hamsters and hedgedogs </3 i thought of using 🦔 for myself but since you were already using it, i thought i'd use my fav flower.

and i even like biology (my dream was to be a gynaecologist, but everything shattered because of a diabetic doctor 😒) and physics, math. no no no for chem because it's all shit and what are those names?? iupac?? common names?? wtf !!

i don't think there's more about my liking because i'm often confused about myself and i don't know what's right or wrong for me, hehe!! well, this got pretty long. but thanks for appreciating my mindset, i'm trying to improve myself as time goes by. gotta be a hot/baddie ceo of a company (in the future)

i'm currently studying in grade 11 so my boards are totally near (march 15 😭😭😭) there's a lot to study but it's frustating :/ but i'll try my best to study but my mom wants full marks .😔🙏🏽i just woke up an hour ago and writing this for you <3

i'll have to write one more chapter for physics and i'll be fucking done with the records and watch a web-series (in my mother tongue ^^) see you later vi!! hope it goes/went well with you!! *muah (i like you too [platonically] 💘💘)

— 🌼(and this got long, hehe)

hii 🌼! sorry for the really late reply, i just got back from school ㅠㅠ but my day’s been pretty okay, just a whole lot of assignments but i guess that’s normal… and, oh no.. that’s really sad to hear :( i hope your dad’s feeling better now, sending him all the well wishes <3

make sure to take breaks, okay? i wouldn’t want you injuring yourself! i had a pretty nasty hand injury recently because of all the continuous writing i’ve been doing, and i definitely wouldn’t want that happening to you :(

congratulations for finishing your writing, take a well-deserved break anonie <3 are you planning to publish it anytime soon? if so, i’ll read it, for sure :)

and yeahhh i dance keke ^^ have been for a super long time, since i was little! i mainly do hip-hop, but i don’t pride myself to be very good JEKEOWJ

++ i like to sleep too ^^ and singing classes?? that’s so cool! always wanted to go for a singing lesson, but i’ve never found the opportunity / time to do so. and i’m sorry for what happened to you, that’s so scary ohmygosh ㅠㅠ and and, you like hedgehogs too?! this is the first time i’ve met someone who likes hedgehogs as well; they’re just so cute— also, i’m so sorry about the emoji claim &/¥@

no way, i LOVE biology and maths too! one of my two fav subjects fr <3 and i hate chemistry… so i support you on this! and yes~~ be that ceo, i 102882% believe in you <3

my nationals are coming up in a few months and i’m stressing (hahah….) so i completely understand ++ claps for your hard work ^^

really late, but see you later anonie >< enjoy your web-series :)

[todoya]

I just think I'll never be able to get the "come dance with your son in hell" scene out of my head ever again

[reijixia13]

Who Made Me A Princess x Reader

“First Meeting” Pt2

This is part 2 of first meeting for Felix and Anastacius, In glad to make this cause i have a school suspension since there's a storm lmao safe journey to everyone btw♡

If you want part 3 for females like Athanasia, Jennette and Lilian im more than happy to add them vut if you also like to have an occ Roger Alpheus im fine with it, I honestly have a scene for him ♡

Ok lets start

Felix Robane

His very attractive look at those breads

He looks hot when his serious, Cute whenever he wants to

Anyways the first time you met? Ahh probably from such a young age you met i honestly want that childhood friends to lovers so thats what happend to you and him

Let see.. hmmmmm Your the daughter of the count and you happend to admire your father so much to the point you visit him at his work

Which he is the commander for the emperor's palace and had earn alot of recognition and respect from the nobles

At times like this, you never act lady like unless meeting any of the royalties

At some point your brothers (your going to have 2 brothers, one older and one younger) were wondering how you could do that but netherless they were very supportive of you♡

So just like that, your admiration for your father was such a great one. He would teach you how to weld a sword and injure people who'd mess with you incase of problems

So When you decided to visit the palace with the Emperor's permission (his planning something lol) You accidentally came across two royals

“Oh, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

“Im simply taking a walk with the His Majesty's permission as my father would take a while for the meeting his currently having. Im sorry for intruding, Your Highnesses.” with a polite bow you gave your reason as polite as possible

“Haha its ok, Your permitted to be one of my guards right? His Majesty assigned you and your taking the test, correct?” The older prince excitedly ask, you titl your head and nodded

Did i ever tell you that the only reason you can get in was actually because your a knight in training for the heir to the throne? Yes now you know

You and the prince have a very unique kind of knowledge to one another i guess??

“Your highness, Your mother is looking for you-”

Felix stopped his sentence as he saw Anastacius glaring at him, he immediately bowed but not as respectful as the other

“It seems like you have to go Claude, I'll be going. (Y/N) how about tea?”

“I wish all the glory shine upon you prince Claude. Its nice to meet you too Young Lord Felix Robane. I'll be joining his highness now please take care.” with that you follow behind a talking Anastacius

Felix immediately turn to look at you, who probably had his eyes beam and shine like the sun. You look really pretty. Is one of his thoughts.

You gave Claude a respectful bow and a smile to the both boys

HAHAHA not as romantic as any childhood friends to lovers story but im telling you in the future it'll definitely get better

So that happend.

Any clues what's gonna happen next?

Anastacius De Alger Obelia

Villains are so fine af

Anyways before i got lost on ranting on how i almost lost the scenerio for felix we gotta finish this sht first and before i cry for shts after shts

Ok this guy ask you to marry him

He thought when he first saw you in his disguise in the market “oh this person is so gonna benefit me”

Meanwhile you were having a peaceful lovely marketing some fruits for the living you have for a friend of yours and their adoptive kids which your totally fine with it aslong as they can give you something you could budget for their food

That stop as this perv looking guy with black hair and idk what eye color is that getting on his knees and asking for your hand in marriage

Idk how long you guys stared probably wondering who tf will marry you in a messy clothing rn

“Yo who tf are you” you asked, with a raise of a brow

Everyone in the market was around the two of you being the marites (Philippines karen every gender ver ig)

“(Y/N), do you know this guy?” one of the stall owners asked, you look at them and shook your head

“I dont even have a relationship with anyone since birth, How tf do i even know him he looks like a pervert”

Anastacius was either having a crisis right now or just doesn't understand why your acting like that. I mean he got (let me search her name)

That took me 7 minutes to try and find who tf this woman was since she's not very import she a walking trash rn so her name was Penelope skksshhssh

He got Penelope had a one night stand with him on the timing to be exposed to claude who can only look at him with betrayal

Honestly if i was his mother instead, ill be on that one fanfic i read from wattpad lmao

So he was wondering how tf can you reject him

His thinking probably his looks, if he has his original identity right now he knows how much you surely would fall inlove with him

You just have to look at him like he was a weird duck from the swan

So it ended with someone being one of the elders you be friended startibg to shoo him away with a crane targeting his lower parts of the body

You thanked the old lady ofcourse

Gaaaahh sorry for the short one shot! Please give me ideas ob how this will be going lmao

Very proud to make this at 10am to 1 pm lol

Im very tired so ill be sleeping now

Request are open btw so you can request^^

[davishater]

Home For The Holidays Ace Trappola x Reader

Chapter 1

"Now listen up, you pups!" Professor Crewel shouted at his first year class. "I know full well your holiday break is when the majority of you little ones slack off, but be prepared. If any of your potionology assignments are not finished by the time the new semester comes around, you will be severely punished! I assure you, your other teachers will be just as hard on you, if you don't do their assignments as well. Now, I'll go over the schedule of what you'll need to do before going home this evening..."

"Uhg, I'm so bored of this class." A talking grey cat groaned next to me.

"I know, teach really needs to lighten up." I replied with a sigh.

"Right? The bell rang 5 minutes ago! I just wanna go home and see Ma." A boy, with a black spade birth mark on one of his eyes complained on the other side of me.

I smirked at him.

"What, Duecey boy missing his mommy that badly? You a Mama's boy? Gonna cry in her arms telling her how much you missed her?" I mocked.

"Shut up, I don't even got the energy to deal with you."

"Tch, you're no fun. Anyways, Prefect has been pretty quiet for a while n- what the!"

I turn around to where our other worldly friend sat, and low and behold-

"Dude, they're sleeping!"

"What!? Wake them up! If I'm not allowed to sleep in class, then they can't sleep in class, either!"

"Come on Grim, just let them sleep. I'm sure your stupid antics keep them up at night." I tell him.

"What!? I don't do nothin' but sleep!"

"Yeah, yeah ok, and I'm sure your snoring doesn't sound like a train wreck, either."

"Hey, I don't snore!"

"What!? Dude, I slept with you guys! You even talk in your sleep and kick too! You even bruised some of my ribs, kicking me so hard!"

As I said that, I had flashbacks to the first few days of school when I asked Prefect if I could sleep in their room with them. The housewarden of my dorm kicked me out, cause I ate a tinsey little slice of a huge tart that was made for him. He even used his signature spell named, "Off With Your Head!" to seal away my magic. Man, I'm still pretty miphed about that whole thing! I swear, if he ever pulls the same crap he did back then, I'mma slug 'im!

"Huh, really? Now I wish I was awake to see that."

"To see what?"

"To see Ace crying over some bruised ribs." Grim replied blatantly.

"I was not crying."

"Yeah you were."

"How would you have known, you were sleeping, you idiot."

"You said you were crying."

"What!? Do you got selective hearing, or something? I said it hurt, not that I was crying!" I said, giving him a weird look.

"Same thing."

"Wh- how!?"

"Oh that's right, I gotta wake up Yuu."

"Gah! Just leave them alone already!"

I try to stop Grim from jumping out of his seat and waking up the prefect, but fail, all while he scratches at my face and I start screaming at him. Yeah, I forgot class was in session for a hot second...

"Trappola, Grim, Spade is there a problem?"

The three of us jump in shock as the professor slowly calls out our last names.

"N- no sir." The three of us say in unison.

"Then you mutts wouldn't mind staying after class and cleaning everything up, am I correct?"

"Y-yes, sir." We all sighed again.

"Good. Class dismissed! The rest of you mutts are free to go."

And at that moment:

"Huh? W-what did I miss?"

The prefect woke up...

"It's about time you woke up! Now I have to stay and clean up the classroom because of you!"

"What?" They replied, disoriented.

"I didn't even say anything, why am I stuck here too?" Duece pouted.

"Trappola, once the three of you finished cleaning, come find me in the herb garden. I'll have an ointment ready for that cut of yours. For now, just use this tissue to stop the bleeding."

"Yes, sir." I sighed.

_______________________________________

As the three of us walk out of the classroom, after finish cleaning it from top to bottom, we spot the prefect waiting for us outside the door. How nice...

"So why did you three have to stay after class?" The prefect yawned.

"Because you fell asleep in class, that's why!" Grim shouted.

"Dude, quite blaming everyone for your problems!" I shout at him, holding a tissue to my bleeding face.

Duece groans from behind me.

"I didn't even say anything, why did I have to stay, too?" He cries.

"Hey, I'm not the one who fell asleep in class! Tell me, why can Yuu get away with falling asleep, when I'm the one always getting yelled at for sleeping in a class that's too boring! That's what those kinds of classes are for, ain't it?"

"Hey, you're the trouble maker here! Prefect deserves to take a break every once in a while, especially since they've got to babysit you all day!"

"I don't need no babysitter! I've been taking care of myself my whole life and I've turned out just fine!"

"Uh huh, yeah Grim, and that's why you need a babysitter."

"I'll show you, Ace! Starting today, I ain't getting no more help from anyone!" Grim declares.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say. I gotta go take care of this cut. I'll see you back at the dorm, Duece."

After that, I went to the herb garden to find Professor Crewel.

Masterlist

[my-autistic-things]

Guess who's making a "how to manage dealing with a massive list of edits" post instead of working on said edits! Me!

Ok so this has taken me FOREVER to really figure out and implement in my life so I thought I'd make a post about it. This is how I deal with getting edits back after sending in a paper (specifically my thesis proposals) to my mentor.

Step 1. Open the document.

This is the absolute hardest step. No seriously. It is. You get the email back, you see the attachment with their initials at the end of the doc name, you know there's edits in there, the email says "here you go! Good work!" That day, ASAP, download that attachment and open it briefly, to scan just how terrifying this task will be.

Step 2. Close it and cry. (Tears are optional but the soul crushing feeling of being on your 5th round of edits is not).

It's okay, deal with it tomorrow. Seriously, go work on something else while you emotionally recover.

Step 3. Mentally prepare yourself to do the edits.

Put it on your to do list for tomorrow. Then when you don't do it, put it on the next day. And the next day. Even when you know it's impossible to get to, put it on there because the stress will build and you'll eventually get to it and Not forget it exists (vvvvv important).

Step 4a. Actually start your edits by opening the doc.

Don't set out like you're going to do everything in one sitting. Open the document with the intention of Starting, not doing. This is a mental battle. Yes battle. Having a good strategy will trump any "smarts" or writing ability you have.

Step 4b. Get out a notebook to write down what you have to do.

If you have do a split screen and can write in a separate document, go ahead, but I found that the absolute only way I can make progress is if I fullscreen my doc and have a notebook and pencil to write stuff down. Now you have 1) doc open, 2) notebook in front of you. Yes these are considered a whole ass step bc they are.

Step 5. Go through and accept all the edits and write down things to do as they come up.

Skip that "read your edits first!" bullshit, you won't, you'll just get stressed, then you gotta reread it all over when you actually start editing. Dive right into dipping your toe in. DO NOT start fully editing. Look at each revision and decide if it's a Quick Fix (i.e. click "accept change" in Word) or a Task. If it's a Quick Fix, go ahead and do it. If it's a Task, even if it's just revising a singular sentence, write it in your notebook. Don't worry about an order/priority/anything, just write everything down. If you're doc is longer than a few pages (mine is 26 so...yeah) write down the page number along with the Task.

Step 6. Organize your Tasks.

Now you have gone through your whole doc and there's no little spelling errors, grammar mistakes, or simple edits to make. And most importantly, you have a list of bigger edits to do, start to group the Tasks. This is when it starts to get super individualized (to you, your paper, and your mood). I start with going through and marking with a line anything I am in the mood for, can do, or should do today (or first, and by first I mean "now" vs "ehhhh later").

Step 7a. Go through your marked Tasks and make more marks.

Only focusing on the initially marked Tasks, start to group them into stuff you can do together. For me, this is any simple info that needs to be inputted or sentences that need editing. My dash next to these Tasks gets turned into plus mark. Note this is the simplest edits I will need to make. You can also designate the initial dash to be its own grouping, but it should naturally end up like that at the end.

Step 7b. Go through marked Tasks again and do the same thing with a different grouping.

Relooking at my dashed Tasks, excluding my + Tasks, I make more groupings. Now it's more time consuming stuff like finding more resources, or rereading sources to be able to accurately edit the sentence. This new group now get more lines to be an asterisk!

Step 7c. Make even more marks!

Can your Tasks be further grouped??? Probably! If you have a short paper, maybe you only have like two groupings, but maybe you have like 5. Who knows! Get creative with your marks! The Tasks I'm designating as last/a lot of work and comprehension are an asterisk with a circle around them. If it's been a few weeks since you asked for edits, you probably will need to work A LOT harder on paragraph and key sentence revisions if you out those first than if you put them after you've been immersed in your topic for a couple hours.

Step 7d-z. Keep making groupings depending how many Tasks you have. I'd suggest keeping it to 2-5 Tasks per group so it's manageable but not excessive. For this particular round of edits, I have 5 groups and that's perfect.

Step 8. Find the easiest/quickest group and do all those Tasks.

My first grouping I made of sentence edits will be the easiest I think, so I'll do that first! If you're motivated and inspired to do a harder group, go for it! But again, do something that will allow you to start really working without being overwhelmed.

Step 9. Cross off all the First Group Tasks you've done!

Yes this is its own step! Cross them all off! You did a good job! Erase them! Get a Sharpie and black that line out of existence! Yay!

Step 10-?. Keep doing the Tasks in each group until you're out of groups and Tasks!

Step 11-?. Cross off the groups and Tasks! Seeing your progress visually makes a big difference! You got this!

Step 12. Read over any non-task comments your teacher/mentor has made and/or your entire paper. Make sure everything makes sense!

Step 13. Save the doc with the date you finished your edits (or fudge it and say sorry forgot to send it to you lol) and send it back to your teacher/mentor (if applicable; if you only get one round and it's not a proposal or something then you'd just submit it). In your email, briefly go over what you did. This is when grouping tasks really comes in handy because I can reference "oh yeah all these edits were x type of edits" and I can say "I accepted all your in-text edits and made the sentence changes you suggested. Additionally, I added abc sources and rearranged the order of the paragraphs specified." This also avoids your mentor re-reading everything and giving you MORE edits on everything (bc they will; this round my mentor is editing his own words from past sentence edits at various places lol) and just focusing on the key changes you made and need feedback on.

Step 14. Take a nap! Seriously! Reward yourself for doing such a Big Thing and take a break! Don't immediately go onto the next assignment, make sure your brain separates *chunk of edits* from *other simpler assignments* so it isn't mentally a whole block of *work*.

I hope this helps somewhat??? Or someone can reference this when coming up with a way to tackle feedback that works for them. I'm starting grad school next year (hopefully) which will actually be a reduction in long-term research projects lmao but I will be having more Giant papers that will receive feedback. Having a system, or knowing options is so incredibly helpful for me because when I read what other people do I can be like "nope not doing that" and it can help narrow down what would work for me. Most importantly, just break up your work into a lot of different sections! It helps with (poor) executive functioning, motivation, and brings it out visually so you can mentally tackle what you're doing instead of "ahhh ~lots of edits~"

[kaeyas-beloved]

I Believe In You {Midoriya x Sister!Reader}

*Was Listening To The Sad OST While Writing This*

*TW: Mentions of Death & War. Also sad Izuwu T_T*

"I'm sorry Izuku!" My mother cries, falling forward and bringing my crying little brother into a hug. Now they're both crying while I myself just lean against Izuku's bedroom door frame, a few tears leaking from my own eyes.

Izuku just found out he was quirkless only mere hours ago, that's all it took to utterly crush his life dream of becoming a hero. A sorry was not what Izuku needs, I know this and I know mom knows this too... but yet that's all she could do, apologize for something that was in no way her fault.

I'm not sure how much time has passed with just my brother and mother embracing each other and crying but mom soon breaks the hug, standing up. She starts to walk out of his room, sniffling, but stops beside me and leans in so only I could hear what she had to say.

"Can you talk to him, he needs you now more than anything (Y/N)" she whispers. I glance at her and nod, knowing I need to take up the roll of talking to him since she couldn't at the moment. "Thank you..." mom whispers, continuing to walk away, probably to the couch or to her room.

I take a small inhale of air, trying to think of what to tell Izuku. My mind races for something I could tell him put ultimately I just say screw it and walk over to stand beside him. Just as I'm about to open my mouth to say something, Izuku presses the pause button on his video, stopping it at the part where All Might's face takes up the whole screen, sniffling.

"I-I can become a h-hero like y-you r-right (Y/N)-chan? I-I can be a g-great hero like you too r-right?" My heart just shatters at his heart broken voice and I suppress the urge to cry. I spin Izuku's computer chair around so he's facing me only to be met with a still crying Izuku. I frown and pick him up off his chair, carrying him over and setting him in my lap as I sit down on his bed.

"Of course you can Izuku, I see no reason why you can't be" I whisper to the small, fragile boy. He gazes up to me with tear stained cheeks, no longer crying, but with a confused look.

"B-but I'm quirkless, I can't be a hero like All Might or you..." he whimpers out, lowering his head as tears start to form in his eyes again. I lift his head so he's looking at me, chuckling a little while wiping his small tears away.

"Who said you can't become a hero?" I question, though I know who but I just want him to answer.

"The doctor, Kacchan, everyone in my class... They all say I should give up, that I should stop trying, that I can't do it..."

"Are you going to listen to them?" I inquired. Izuku gives me a quizzical look so I restate my question, "Are you going to listen to them? Are you going to give up?"

Taking a moment to think over what I'm asking him, Izuku just shrugs, "maybe..."

"Nope! Wrong answer Izuku!" I smile down at him, "do not let others lead your life, it's your life for a reason..." I pause a moment, debating whether or not I should let this information slip past my lips or not. Maybe I should, Izuku needs to hear this...

"I want to tell you something Izu. People are going to tell you that you can't do it, whether it's because your weak or quirkless or not smart enough. I know you know this, but listen, you can do it. Want to know why I think you can?"

"Why..." he whispers.

"Because when I was your age... I was told the exact same thing, that I could never be a hero, but look where I am now! I proved them all wrong, I became the hero that I wanted to be! I did that by not listening to those who told me other wise. I pushed through, I set goals for myself and I set morals that I would stick by and every time I did I became stronger, more confident in myself, and so can you! You can become the No. 1 Hero that you want to be Izuku!"

When I finished my little motivational speech, my small, 4 year-old brother is left speechless with floods of tears streaming down his eyes, but in no way is he sad. Embracing me tightly, Izuku stands up on my lap and leans his head into the crook of my neck, crying but I can hear him say something, something that puts a smile on my face.

"Thank you (Y/N)-chan, you're my hero and the best sister ever..."

We stay like that for a little bit until Izuku finally lets go, wiping his tears away. He hops off my lap and goes to the head of his bed, climbing under the covers and laying his head on the pillow. He lets out a tiny yawn and I chuckle, the poor boy having tired himself out. I stand up from where I was sitting on the edge of his bed and walk over to his computer, shutting it down. Pacing back over to Izuku's bedside, I turn on his All Might nightlight, lean forward and give his forehead a kiss.

"Good-night Izu, sweet dreams little hero-to-be" I murmured. Turning to his bedroom door about to head to my own room to retire for the night, I halt in my steps by the quite call of my brother.

"(Y/N)-chan, I have a question..." Looking at him, I nod to him as a way of saying that I was listening and to ask his question. "W-what's a moral? You said you have those but, what are they?" I hum in though as I walk back to kneel beside him, pondering the best way to explain this to him without confusing him. What the hell am I talking about, he's a smart boy, he'll understand.

"It's a little hard for me to explain but it's like what a person believes is right, it's like something they live by." I try to explain. A small 'oh' leaves Izuku.

"What's a moral that you have?" If I'm being honest I was a tad taken aback by him asking me that. I nevertheless smile and think of my answer.

"Well, I actually have a few. Like a villain is not born, they're made. No one is born to be evil, something has to happen to them or they were raised that way, and were never showed the light and beauty of the world around them. But two of my favorites have to be that a true hero isn't measured by his strength or how many villains he defeats, but by the strength of his heart and his will to be a hero. The second one is that a hero isn't born, they're made, meaning that it takes hard work for them to get to where they want to be, which is to be a hero of course. I know for sure that I had to work hard to get to where I am now, but you, you'll have to work extra hard, but I believe in you Izuku and when you become a hero, you'll be letting the world know that you did it. But to do that you need to go to bed silly!" I flash smile at him and he smiles his big, bright, pure smile back.

"Will you train me when I'm older (Y/N)-chan!? Please!?" Izuku pleads and I laugh.

"Yes Izuku I will and I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise. But you gotta go to bed first!"

"Okay! Good-night (Y/N)-chan, I love you!" Izuku laughs with a smile as he closes his eyes, falling asleep within moments. A smaller smile crawls onto my lips and I stand up once more to my full height, tip-toeing so I don't wake Izuku up. Just as I'm about to close the door I whisper out,

"I love you too Izuku, my little brother. I believe in you..." What I didn't know was that he heard what I said and that those words would stick with him on his journey to becoming a Pro Hero.

--------(Time Skip, Izuku is now at UA and 15 years old)--------

The words my sister said to me when I was told that I couldn't become a hero 11 years ago has got me through so much and has gotten me to where I am now, at UA High, the prestigious school for heroes-to-be. Even while she isn't here with me now, I know that she is watching over my every move.

"Settle down students" Mr. Aizawa sighs, hopping into class dressed in his favourite yellow sleeping bag. At the sound of the very, and always, tired teacher's voice, Class 1-A did as told and settled into their seats as they all ended their conversations and such, ready to focus on the lesson for the day.

Well, all but one. That being Izuku Midoriya.

"As some of you may know," Aizawa began, "today is the anniversary of the War of Pros, a war between many Pro Heroes and Pro Villains worldwide. So, as some of you can guess, that'll be the lesson for today."

As Mr. Aizawa was setting up the projector to show a slideshow featuring some notes, videos and pictures, his dark and sleep-deprived eyes made eye contact with Midoriya's. At that moment, the usual stone coldness of Aizawa's eyes shifted to one of sympathy. Midoriya could tell what his teacher was thinking, so he merely nodded, letting the Pro Hero know he was okay sitting around for the lesson. Nodding back, Aizawa continued with the planned lesson.

"The war ended quickly, with it only lasting 3 weeks, and some of the greatest heroes served in it. Who knows what heroes from Japan fought in it?"

Right away, Midoriya's hand shot up, making it quite known to the class that he knew what the answer was. Aizawa was quite surprised but didn't show it.

"Midoriya?"

Clearing his throat, Midoriya answered, "All Might, Endeavor and... (H/N)." Many caught the hesitation with the last Pro Heroes name, but paid no mind to it. Except Bakugou and Aizawa, because they knew the reason behind it.

When I was 10, (Y/N) was assigned to partake in war overseas along with All Might and Endeavor. At this time, my sister moved up the ranks to be the No.3 Pro-Hero in Japan, meaning she was one of the strongest there was and one of the more fit ones to go to battle. This war was classed as a triple-S level war, so Pros from all over the world, such as America, came to assist as well. It was chaos and destruction between villains and heroes alike, many were injured but only one Pro-Hero was killed.

My sister...

"Right..." Aizawa replied in a monotone voice, like always.

Aizawa was the same age as (Y/N), they went to school together and were in the same classes. As for Bakugou, despite being the nerds older sister, Bakugou still knew the Pro deserved respect.

As the dark haired teacher continued on with the lesson, Izuku Midoriya was stuck in his own thoughts about his sister and the day he and his mother were told of her death.

The day my mother and I found out was the worst day of my life, it greatly out weighted the agony and sadness I felt when I found out I was quirkless. My mother cried for months and wouldn't even go anywhere close to her room, avoiding it like the plague, but only because every time she would be near it, she would burst into tears.

When my mother was finally ready to go into (Y/N)'s room we found letters in her desk drawer. One was addressed to mom, one to All Might, one to Mr. Aizawa, one to President Mic. Then there was a stack of 7 addressed to a group that (Y/N) was apart of called the RFA. The last letter was for myself. Mom mailed the other letters after she read her own, but I read my letter later that night.

When I read the letter it seemed to have meant to be for me to read before she left, (Y/N) must have just forgotten to give it to me before she left, she did leave 2 days earlier than she was originally suppose to.

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Dear Izuku,

Hey there little buddy! I know you don't like that nickname all that much but meh :P

Now onto some serious things... I know, I know, there's no fun in serious things but I gotta! As you know I have to leave for a little while to go overseas, but I'll come back as soon as I can! Then we can go back to our usual of training and goofing off okay! I promise, pinkie promise Izuku!

And if you ever miss me you know what to do right? Yell out the window as loud as you can so I can hear you 'Goddess 606 help me!' or you can call on my friend God 707, he'll be there for you too if I can't be :)

Like I said Izuku, I'll be home as soon as I can be, so just keep training while I'm gone, then when I get back I'll test you, so be ready!

You can do it Izuku, go beyond, Plus Ultra! I believe in you!!

~Love your sister, (Y/N) Midoriya~

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"Even though a life was taken that day in battle, her sacrifice was not in vain. Can anyone tell me why?" Zoning back into the lesson, Midoriya hears Aizawa ask the class another question, and with no one else raising their hand, whether it's because they don't want to answer the question or no one actually knows, Midoriya reluctantly raises his hand once more.

Hesitantly, Aizawa calls on him, "Midoriya..."

With clenched hands that tremble slightly, Midoriya answers through his teeth, "Her sacrifice wasn't in vain... b-because her finally attack won th-the war..." Midoriya couldn't hold them back any more, his tears of sorrow and hurt. Hurt because his sister promised to come home, yet she's not here, with him and cheering him on! Not here with him sparring, not here helping him grow, not here with him every step of the way like she said, like she promised!

The sudden noise of a chair scrapping against the tiled ground caught everyone's attention, except for Midoriya, who's still crying in his seat while his fellow classmates gave him sympathetic looks before the noise occurred.

"Oi, Deku..." The rough and raspy voice of Katsuki Bakugou sounds out in the quiet classroom. While the pitch of Bakugou's tone seems to not have changed, to everyone that knew the young boy, they would catch the softness in it. Marching over to his desk, Bakugou lifts Midoriya by the back of his collar and sets him on his feet.

Calming down just enough to talk coherently, Midoriya mutters out "w-what is it Kacchan? I-" before being pulled into someones embrace, Bakugou's. Class 1-A and their teacher are shocked to their core, no one expecting him to comfort his childhood rival. Before Midoriya could sputter out anything, Bakugou began to talk.

"Now listen here shitty Deku cause I'm only saying this once, (Y/N) wouldn't want you to be this upset over her, she'd want you to continue living your life and become the hero she knew you could, no um, become the hero that you can be. Don't think I didn't see you and her training all those years ago! Now don't let her hard work go to waste shitty nerd and brighten the hell up, it's what she would have wanted!" Bakugou's tone held so much sincerity and truth that Midoriya couldn't help but cry more, not in sadness, but in content. He should have realized that if his sister was still here that she would have been disappointed in how he's been living his life, in sadness and despair.

"Th-thank you K-Kacchan!" Midoriya cried, hugging his friend just a little tighter, Bakugou returning the tight grip.

"No problem nerd..." He whispered, tone gentle.

The class sat shocked yet eternally happy that Bakugou dropped his pride to comfort the very emotional green haired teen, showing a side of himself that very few would ever get to witness and experience. Smiling faces filled the quiet classroom as 1-A just let everyone calm down, to regain composure of their feelings so they could return to the lesson.

Suddenly, frantic and heavy footsteps could be heard from the hallway just outside the classroom, catching many off guard. Bakugou and Midoriya parted, positioning themselves into a fighting stance, ready to defend themselves and those around them.

As the classroom door slides open with much ferocity, the entire of Class 1-A is thrown into shock, but in three of them, other emotions bubble in them. Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya all hold a sense of sadness, relief, confusion and pure joy at the face that has appeared before them.

Lowering their fighting stances, Izuku staggers forward, tears beginning to brim his emerald coloured eyes.

"(Y-Y/N)...?"

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y-Y/N)...?" Izuku whispers, voice shaking though thick with emotion. As I lean against the door frame to the classroom, clutching the side of my stomach, I can see the tears in his eyes. In my little brother's eyes. Eyes that I thought I'd never see again along with his atrociously messy green hair, his distinctly familiar voice that despite him being older, is still recognizable.

"I-Izu-uku, I told y-you I'd c-come home" the arm that wasn't holding my injured side reached out to him, my body leaning off the only support I had at the moment. Izuku rushes forward, the tears that had been accumulating finally running down his cheeks as he wraps his arms around me, myself doing the same as I let go of my injury momentarily.

His tears start to soak my tattered, torn and slightly burnt shirt but I could care less. All I care about is being here, home, with part of my family.

"H-h-how a-are you-u he-here. Th-the n-news said you were d-dead" the small green haired boy hiccups, clutching onto me tighter, like if he even loosened his grip a fraction I would disappear forever. His fingers claw slightly into another wound of mine, causing me to wince though Izuku doesn't let up.

"I know, I know. I never died, I was kidnapped by those I was fighting back then and only now was I able to escape. But I promise, I'm here, I'm okay and I'm never leaving you again. And hey, I see you made it into UA! Told you that you could make it!" I smile.

Izuku only seems to sob louder and harder. His tears aren't tears of sorrow any more but more like tears of happiness.

In that moment, we both knew that everything was going to be okay. That neither of us would be absent from each other's lives ever again.

I was home and someone I care about most is happy.

Everything is finally alright.