Along with just Bubba, could you do headcanons for the whole Sawyer family knowing an autistic reader? I myself am autistic and I love them all so much, I like to daydream about being apart of their family. Love your work!!!!
I'm autistic myself (level 2), and I also love to daydream about the same thing!! Oh, to be accepted into a nice, loving household of cannibals <33
It had been a few months since you moved in with the Sawyer family. Things were kind of hard for you because of the loud noises and the constant fighting the Sawyer brothers were always doing. It wasn't too long ago that you were diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, which made perfect sense due to all of your symptoms. People, specifically your parents, didn't believe you at first. They just thought you were a little quirky and unique. What they didn't realize was what was going on on the surface. It made you mad that people thought you were just "quirky"
What was so quirky about having an intense meltdown so badly to the point where you started biting and scratching yourself, your skin crawling, and all you could describe the feeling as was that there were bugs under your skin?? It didn't help that your meltdowns were over small things, which made you seem dramatic to neurotypical people. You would start crying in a heartbeat whenever you got too sensitive about what others think or when some sort of change happened in your life. "What's wrong with you??" People would ask you. To be honest, you didn't know what was wrong with you either
You felt out of place, alienated from the rest of society. You didn't feel like you fit in with the rest of the world. Part of you didn't even think you were human sometimes, with the way people treated you. Once you moved in with the Sawyer family, however, you felt more at home, since all of them were so weird. You liked their chaotic energy, feeling the urge to mimic their behavior and the way they would use their body language, finding it fascinating the way they did things. For example, sometimes you would talk in Drayton's tone of voice or the way Nubbins fidgeted with his fingers while talking. Anytime they would say something that made you laugh or smile, you would always repeat it back to them, making you giggle
They found your behavior to be peculiar in a good way. You fit in perfectly with the family since autism also runs in their family: Bubba was level 3, Nubbins and Chop Top were level 2, and Drayton was level 1. Drayton knew how to mask his autism around other people, but the other brothers.. not so much. Sometimes you had a hard time masking as well, but you were comfortable with unmasking with the Sawyer family. You knew how to take a joke most of the time, hearing Chop Top laugh and tell you that you're a little weirdo. He would ruffle your hair, letting out a little breathy chuckle. You would joke around with them, even Drayton sometimes, whenever he would take you out on car rides
Drayton would drive the family around in his rolling grill truck, but sometimes things would get a little rocky with the Sawyer family. You would start stimming, rocking back and forth. Nubbins would be the first one to notice, watching you as you shake your hands. "Hey, uh, somethin's wrong with them," pointing to you as Drayton looks back. "I told you boys, to leave them alone!! Can't a man get some peace and quiet around here??" He looks back to the road, shaking his head. Nubbins frowned. "W-Well, you were in on it too!!" He huffed. "Hey, can you guys not?? This is too overwhelming." You finally spoke up as Drayton sighed. "Alright, alright!! Everybody just shut up, why dontcha." He would try to distract or prevent you from having a meltdown because he didn't want anyone crying, or someone was going to have to walk home
Nubbins would panic a little if you ever had a meltdown, looking around for something to see if he could help in any way. He kind of sucked at it because of his lack of empathy, but at least he even considered helping you. "Ya doin' alright??" He tilted his head to the side as he asked. You looked over at him and shrugged your shoulders. "Yeah, um, I'm fine." You cleared your throat, looking back out the front window. The road was a little rocky as you guys entered the driveway of the farmhouse. Chop Top got out of the car, rushing over to the back of the truck for the rest of you to get out. Because of your mood swings, it was hard for you to stay upset for too long. Nubbins helped you out of the truck, trying his best to keep you regulated. You were happy to have a friend like Nubbins
Chop Top wouldn't understand very much due to his autism as well. He doesn't pick up on social cues very well, so he has a hard time reading a room. He was also very touchy with people whenever he got too excited, grabbing them by the shoulders, or even if he's close to someone, giving them a little kiss on the head. For example, you could've come up with a pretty good idea for something, like an idea to capture a victim or whatever, and his eyes lit up as he grabbed you by the head, giving you a big ol' smooch on the head, "Oh, man, you're a genius!!" He exclaims. Chop Top looked over to Bubba, who seemed a bit quiet. He sometimes went nonverbal, going quiet, not even letting out a groan or a squeal
Bubba understood you the most out of the Sawyer family. He understood how it felt to be self-destructive during meltdowns, frequent mood swings, mimicking behaviors, and much more. He had a hard time communicating, only speaking in grunts, groans, and squeals that sounded like a pig. Bubba would sometimes tug on your shoulder or tap you on the shoulder, giving you a thumbs up to ask if you were doing alright. Bubba did just that, tugging on the collar of your shirt. You turned around, staring up at the larger man as he gave you a thumbs up to check on you. "I'm fine, big guy." You gave him a reassuring smile. You were glad to have a new family that was so understanding and could accept you for who you are
