How Are You Doing? Are You Ok?

How are you doing? Are you ok?

Just been wondering cause you haven't posted in a while :).

(also it is my first time asking in the box).

L-Lately, I've been losing motivation to post because people would rather like and keep the post to themselves instead of reblogging so my posts can reach more people. D-Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the likes. B-But I think that if you can like, you can reblog too... <3

Deku x male reader, that reader is a villain with autism and no one knows but deku discovers it when reader infiltrates the academy

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I don't have autism so this may be weird, but I'll try my best

You became a villain because no one understood your DISTAIN for certain textures and would absolutely bully you with said textures. You'd hide, tell the teachers, or even the principal's, but they'd never do anything.

Then, Shigaraki and Dabi came around and were nice to you and didn't torture you with those scratchy textures. You got close to them and eventually joined the LOV.

You are proud of yourself for hiding your hatred of those textures, but Izuku, the always observant, noticed your reactions.

After a while, he grew obsessed with figuring you out, knowing what made you tick and what made you sing praises.

The more he noticed, the more he put the pieces together. You were autistic. You were autistic.

The next time he fought with you, he pinned you down and convinced you to come with him back to UA.

A few years later and you were married to Izuku.

OMG- HELLO??!

https://www.tumblr.com/sweetheart4you/746525340513550336/what-do-you-think-about-a-hisoka-x-male-reader-who?source=share

THIS ^

PT.2 please with more than last time? 🥹🙏

- 🪼 Anon (if that isn't taken)

Of course 🪼 Anon! I am so sorry it took so long to get to this ask (╥﹏╥) I've been so busy.

After that incident, Hisoka started to spend even more time at your rinks. He would buy a bunch of drinks; most likely your most expensive ones. Most of the time, he wouldn't even drink them.

When he would find you, he cranked up the flirting. Instead of only yanking your collar and slapping your ass, he would hug you from behind and whisper the things he wanted to do to you.*

The few incidents that do happen are very swiftly taken care of by Hisoka, even quicker than you could. And sometimes, if the incidents directly involved you (something on the lines of a Karen called for you and you had to take care of it), Hisoka would kill them and gift you their heart.

Eventually, when you do give into his advances, you aren't allowed to go anywhere without him unless it is home or your rinks. Your collar was switched out to a spiky one that had a tag in the middle that said, “Hisoka's Brat. Do Not Touch”.

“My beautiful brat.. Hm. You're only mine, aren't you? No one else should fucking touch your beautiful ass or gain access to that tough heart of yours. You're mine and mine alone. I'm even your owner on your collar.”

* “I want to put you over my knees and spank that ass till you go dumb.” “I need to hear those Whimpers baby boy, can you give me them?” “One day I'm going to fuck the brat right out of you..” “Imagine having me tug you around by your collar.. Such a good image right?” “God damn.. Your face is so pretty when you're flustered.. I wonder how stunning it'd look when it's all fucked out and dumb..”

o.O sunburn? I hope you get well soon. Perhaps you can use some aloe vera, recommended to get more water to dehydrate you more, so your body could repair the sun burned skin. It must be quite painful to have one.. I'm sorry

Yeaa, I have been using Aloe. I do think I'm going through the last shedding of skin before it's gone, though! And don't apologize, you aren't the man that didn't think he needed sunscreen even though he was out in the sun for a few hours. ( ￣▽￣)

Honey, why do you do that?

Why do you feel the need to frantically tell me you're still awake, or that you just dropped your phone, or that you're sorry and you love me when you fall asleep in-call?

Who scared you? Who made you feel this way? Who hurt you?

Who do I need to hurt?

Notes: About 1000 words, TW: child abuse, neglect, suicide baiting, suicide attempt, bullying,

This took me a while— There will be no more of these. If you want Aaron's description, just ask, I even have specific color codes for him!

Aaron's Introduction Post:

You've known Aaron since you were very little, he was your best friend after all. He was everything you knew.

All the other kids had bullied you mercilessly as you were quieter and less social. You weren't sure why they hated you for that, but Aaron was your savior. He was so sweet.

He had moved to your elementary school in the third grade, and was your best friend since then. You two had immediately hit it off, much to your teacher’s surprise. You had always stayed to yourself, so to have suddenly opened up to a new kid shocked her.

Safe to say the other kids were jealous that you made such quick friends with Aaron. So, in their minds, the only logical answer was to bully and exclude you more while only inviting Aaron to play games.

But he never, never made the mistake of leaving you to play with them. He stayed by your side for all of elementary School.

Though once Middle school came around, he slowly started ignoring you in favor of the other kids. Eventually, he hardly ever spoke to you anymore.

The very last time you tried to reach out, he snapped. “FUCK OFF NO ONE FUCKING LIKES YOU, YOU RICH PRICK. YOU'RE STUCK THE FUCK UP, GET THAT FUCKING STICK OUT OF YOUR ASS!”

You recoiled quickly, and started crying. You didn't know where this came from. He just scoffed, turned around and faced the people who bullied you mercilessly for almost your entire life. “Stop acting like a goddamned victim you bastard.”

Of course he walked away angry after that, leaving you scared, crying, and in the middle of a panic attack.

After that, you went back to being on your own. You hid every chance you got, but if they, your bullies and Aaron, found you, you got beaten bloody and told to kill yourself.

He never knew your parents beat you or replaced love by just giving you whatever you wanted. You were good at hiding it and you never wanted him involved in something that would most definitely get you hurt.

All this happened before high-school, so of course high school was worse. That was until you actually tried to commit suicide in sophomore year. You had jumped off the roof of the school. You hadn't realized Aaron and his group of new friends had been right there by the bottom when you jumped.

When he saw your body bloody and broken he screamed and cried. One of his friends called the emergency line as he moved you into his arms and sobbed, repeating things like, “Please don't go I need you”, “I need to apologize Please”, “I'm so so fucking sorry”, etc.

After they took you, he sobbed so hard. They sent him home along with his friends as they all saw your mutilated body. They all needed it. But poor Aaron didn't return to school for at least a month.

When he returned he expected you to be back; to be avoiding him, but back. He'd hug you tightly, he'd apologize, he'd be your protector, and it'd all go back to how it was before middle school.

But that didn't happen. You weren't back by the time he got back. Even as the end of the year approached. You hadn't come back. He decided, fuck it, and went to your house. He knocked on the door to receive a response from a butler. “The l/n family no longer lives here I'm afraid, we're still packing our belongings. Please leave this is a private property.”

He went home and broke most of his things. You were gone, you had left. Were you dead? No you couldn't be; he wouldn't allow it.

He worked hard from then on, he got oh so very successful, making his own clothing company. It was good quality clothing for cheap, targeted towards people who wanted to hide scars.

It had been years since he last saw you and he'd spent most of his time looking for you. He was 23 now, you would be 22 soon. If you were still alive.

It was just one of those days, he was going through applications of employees that might be getting higher positions in the company when he stumbled upon it; your application.

He recognized your face and name immediately and immediately sent out one of his employees to get you in his office at that very moment.

Aaron, your main tormentor, ran up to you And hugged you tightly. You were scared, trembling and fidgeting. He pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes. “I'm so so fucking sorry Mi amor. I never meant a word I ever said in high-school, you were always made for me and I was a complete goddamned idiot. I had someone ‘take care’ of the others who hurt you, I was shocked when I turned on the news one day to see your parents arrested for child abuse and neglect. I'm so sorry, Mi amor.”

You didn't know what to say, all you could do was start to cry into his arms. “I'll never let you go again. Please, please give me another chance Mi amor, I'll do everything and anything for you.” Aaron forced you to look into his eyes, forcing you to answer.

All you could say was a small muttered, “I-I can't..” Although all you wanted to do was that, you were scared.

“Your eyes say you want it badly, Mi Rey. Your eyes have never lied to me, you want it, don't you? Please be truthful to me and yourself. Give yourself to me, please, Mi rey.” Aaron took your chin in his hand, his left one grabbing your waist and pulling you close against him, “Let Me make it up to you with my life if needed, but I need you Mi rey. I can see in your eyes that you need me too, so please, give in.

Give in.”

Notes 2.0:

Aaron has two songs he's based on, the first and first half the intro being “Hold On” by: Chord Overstreet. The second is, “Eyes Don't Lie” by: Isabel LaRosa.