Do T Want To Lose Something Cute Like This 🥺🥺🥺

This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids I’ve nannied whose parent’s complain of ‘bad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behavior’ are… Not like that? At all?

Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didn’t like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.

So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didn’t know me, I didn’t know them, you know how it is. And for the first… Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.

I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.

Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldn’t like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is they’re doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, that’s who.

Next time, I go, ‘hey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?’ and check. ‘I’m gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?’ ‘Wanna find a spot to lay down?’ ‘Alright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddy’.

I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didn’t mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didn’t like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didn’t look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.

Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically “”“become normal”“” and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didn’t magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)

I don’t like eye contact. It’s distracting and painful and stresses me out.

They didn’t like eye contact either.

Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didn’t do it.

Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.

“But they never talked!”

No, they didn’t. And they didn’t know ASL, and they didn’t like being touched.

So you know what happened?

My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. ‘Hey monkey, what’s up?’ I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. ‘oh, cool. You hungry?’. They raised their hands in an ‘up’ gesture. ‘you want up? Cool.’ and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. ‘oh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.’ I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.

“But they didn’t say please or thank you!” “But you should be teaching them communication skills!” “But!” Lalalalala.

1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.

2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.

Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.

I’m willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kid’s.

To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job I’ve ever had.

And I know I don’t speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single “problem child” I’ve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.

Again, not speaking universally, here. I’m just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people

overly attached papa 🦐

Textpost meme but it’s only Pavitr :3

Some Bnha characters as animals 🙃🙃

Aizawa- melanistic Tiger

Shinso- clouded leopard

Izuku- Giant Rabbit

Bakugo- Tundra wolf

Todoroki- half albino leopard half normal leopard

Dani- black Panther

Hawks- red- tailed hawk

Denki- Fennec fox

I enjoyed doing some rough sketching 🥰🥰 I’m thinking of writing a story with these characters x y/n (the Bnha characters are secretly hybrids so they can shift in and out of their animal form)

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shouta aizawa x top!male reader

🐕 anon requested: ‘Third year and Aizawa. He’s on student council and always teases Aizawa during school. After school they fuck in the staff room. Someone walks in on them them.’

tw: bottom!shouta, teacher/student relationship, praising, hair pulling, fingering, sensei kink, getting caught, hints at threesome

This was completely wrong, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. His fucking student. He didn’t know how to control his thoughts and he desperately tried everything he could think of to stop them but it never worked.

Frankly, you were pleased it worked. You noticed what he was trying to do and you weren’t having any of it. He tried evading you at all costs; which was proven to be very troublesome as you were both in 3A and on the student council- and he was one of the teachers in charge of the council.

The day you turned 18 is the moment your shenanigans and teasing started. You did everything you could think of from unbottoning a few more buttons on your shirts to telling your friends the council meeting was canceled today so you could be alone with him.

You acted natural and normal until the clock struck 5:30 pm- when you were sure every student and staff member was gone and at home or in the dorms. You were both alone and you could finally make your big move.

While he rambled off talking about something- you already forgot about what- you rose from the cushioned chair and made your way to stand behind him.

He started fumbling with his words and quit talking completely when you caressed his chest and shoulders with your hands. “W-what are you doing.”

This was completely wrong, he should just stop you and sternly tell you to quite with your advancements towards him.. But he didn’t.

“Come on, sir. You’re just so pretty.. I can’t help myself.” You clutched his right hand and used it to grip your cock over your slacks.

You slipped his scarf off from around his neck and flung it into the chair you had previously been sitting in. “I know you want me Aizawa.”

“This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.” You lifted your hand from his to tug his hair at the back of his head all while noticing his hand kept up with its movements.

The sighs you let slip out rang through his head like giant church bells. He tried crossing his legs to hide his growing erection but you acted quicker- tracing your fingers along the outline of his cock.

You chuckled at the sight; his words not mirroring his actions at all. “You’re already so hard.” Your breath fanned across his cheek before you yanked at his hair again and that seemed to be the final straw for Aizawa.

You quickly hopped to the side when he abruptly stood up, causing his chair to skid backwards and almost bump into your legs. This alarmed you and you worried that he was actually going to begin yelling at you about how it’s unprofessional and completely wrong.

But it never came. He never yelled and he never scolded you. It was quite the opposite in fact. He tugged at the sides of your half unbuttoned shirt and pulled your body into his to push his lips against your own.

You backed away from him, ignoring his rightfully confused face. You walked to the side of the long table and bent him over the fine crafted wood.

“I’ve been fucking dreaming of this moment, ‘Zawa.”

The confession slipped out out of nowhere. He couldn’t deny that his mere thoughts of you turned out to be bigger than just wanting you.

Before you could even bring yourself to unbotton his pants, he was already pulling them- along with his boxers- down to rest at his knees where they stayed. It took you a minute to get used to the sight in front of your eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” It was muttered under your breath. More to yourself than anything; thankfully Shouta’s long dark hair hid the way his face burned up at your comments.

He couldn’t handle waiting any longer, “Get on with it.” A staff member could potentially walk in at any time. Had you even locked the door? There was no room to take any chances.

“Pushy now, are we?”

He groaned and although you couldn’t see his face, you assumed he was going to begin to demand you to do something but you didn’t give him a chance. You stuck your index and middle fingers down your throat until they were fairly coated in your spit- using the tip of your middle finger to prod at his hole before slowly pushing it inside.

His knuckles bled white with red on the ends when his grip on the edge of the table tightened— his breath slowed significantly and he gradually begun to loosen his grip on the table. “Ya’ doin’ okay?”

You had to assume that this was his first time doing anything like this by the way he was reacting. He hummed in agreement and lightly pushed his hips onto your hand.

Spit dripped from your lips and on your fingers when you gently started to pull your finger back and forth. “It’ll feel good in a bit, I promise. Jus’ relax.”

And he seemed to trust your word enough to un-tense his back and shoulders entirely and visibly relaxed around your finger. He yelped and twitched when you slipped your index finger next to your middle finger.

Through his hair you noticed how roughly he was biting into his lower lip; you almost thought he was going to draw blood. You threw his hair out of his face and squeezed his face enough for him to let go of his lip.

“Oh come on, no one’s here.” When you bent down to whisper in his ear, your fingers sped up which made him let out an unexpected moan, “Be as loud as you want, Sensei.”

You accentuated the title and he constricted around your fingers more than he was. It was only when he quickly relaxed that you pushed in your ring finger. “Hm do you like that, Sensei?”

The stuttering of his words made it impossible to understand what he was saying— moreso what he was trying to say. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

He didn’t care for your teasing not one bit. But the more he tried to make a snarky comment back at you, the more he stumbled on every word. “M.. More.” The table slid across the floor just a bit when Shouta jerked against it as you finally found his prostate.

“Did I hit that pretty spot?”

You curled your fingers in the same manner you had before and watched as his thighs tensed up at the action. “M..”

This was completely wrong, but why did it feel so good?

“Does Sensei want more?” The teasing made you excited. You knew he wouldn’t be able to retaliate, so you took every chance he basically handed you on a silver platter to tease him. “So desperate... Must’ve been a while since you’ve fucked huh?”

He hid his face away in the crevice of his elbow and that was the only response you needed to confirm you were indeed correct. “Than that means you must be extra sensitive..”

You spit into your free hand and snaked your arm around his waist to wrap your hand around his cock. His back arched as much as the space between him and the table would allow and his sleeve did absolutely nothing to muffle his incredibly loud moan. “You’re so tight. S’gonna feel great around me.”

“Agh- fuck, no don’t!” His teeth bit and pulled at the sleeve of his shirt while his legs slightly shook with having to hold his weight up. He didn’t give you a second to poke fun at him before he was grinding into your hand until you felt soemthing sticky rope between his fingers.

You pulled both hands away and tugged his head back and watched him suck your fingers clean. You unbuckled your belt and didn’t try pulling your pants down to pull your cock out and rub it around his hole.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, get on with-“

The door to the staff room you forgot to lock flung open and in the doorway stood a very shocked bright man. And for the first time since you started attending UA, Hizashi Yamada was speechless.

Both of them were too out of words to say anything but you didn’t miss the noticeable tent in his pants. “I’ll let you have a taste if you can keep this a secret.”

Surprised but in no position to complain which he wouldn’t even if he could, Shouta gave him and expectant look and Yamada shut the door behind hm. “I... Okay.”

Before continuing any further, you cleaned up everything and put everything back in place until there was no trace of you even being there.

Though no words were exchanged, it was silently known that you would’ve been there til’ the sun rose if you stayed.

Deciding to continue in your dorm room where none of you got much sleep due to a very eventful night.

Stranger things have happened.

Chapter 1.

bts!ot7 x witch!reader

Fantasy au (I guess)

Warnings: Language , might be disturbing to some readers, the boys are in danger.

Summary: After an attack on BTS they get hurled into a world they never knew existed but they need to learn quick, luckily they have you , a guide and guardian of sorts. But will this new world let them out once they’re in it and do they really want to leave ?

Hi everyone this is my first fic. This chapter is one of the only one’s that will be in third person. I might edit this later on as well I just wanted to put it out into the world first. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2        Chapter 3     Chapter 4

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It happened so fast. One minute they’re performing for Army and the next they have knives pressed to their throats by strangers they never even saw coming.

It’s quiet …too quiet for this to be real right? Army isn’t screaming like you would think and it’s as if they can feel every heart beat in their chests harder than the one before. Jungkook struggled , of course he did, and now his worried members’ eyes follow the small drip of blood down his neck onto his collarbone.

“Kookie stop it ” Namjoon’s voice rings out trying to prevent the youngest from doing anymore harm to himself. Jungkook stops and stares at Joon his eyes glistening with fear and his will to fight leaves him as the older member shakes his head. The other memebers are al pleading with him to not put himself in anymore danger.

“ What do you want?” Jin asks as soon as he knows Jungkook isn’t going to try anything again , his eyes glaring down the men. “ It’s nothing personal”, the man holding Yoongi says. “ Yeah we’re just proving a point”, the one holding Jimin continues.

“ And what point would that be ?” Yoongi snarls. His eyes are trained on Jimin who us trying not to cry.

“ That they think they can go against the will of the council and get away with it. “

All eyes whip around at the sound of the new voice, and what they find makes them gasp in surprise.

A girl is walking towards them on stage , her hair tied in a low pony and feet bare, her golden green eyes sweeping over the men holding them hostage.

“ Who do you think you are ? Better run along now little girl. ”One of the men spits out. The girl chuckles at the threat .“ Maybe you should look again you filthy rogue.” Her voice is strong and melodic. She stops in the middle of the half moon the men have spread into and suddenly at her words her eyes flash just brief enough for the men to register it. The ones holding Jimin and Taehyung immediately fall to their knees in a low bow panicked words of apologies leaving their lips.

The men holding the other boys try to make a run for it but with a flick of the girl’s wrists they fall to the floor. The band members all turn to the girl in shock , their eyes wary and the adrenaline of the situation slowly starting to fade. “ Who-?” Hoseok’s words are interrupted by a low whine from the youngest and they all turn back to see him still in the hands of his captor.

The knife is at his throat and his eyes are trained on the girl. “ Stay back , unlike these idiots I won’t back down just because you showed up,” he growls. The girl laughs , and in any other situation the boys’ might have found it pretty. “ What are you going to do ? Try to cut his throat ?” She laughs again as she flicks her wrist and the knife flies out of the man’s hand.

The rest of the members give a sigh of relief at the knife being out of the situation , even if they are still unsure how it happened, what they are sure of however is that without it Jungkook will easily be able to overpower his captor. But Jungkook doesn’t move , his eyes are darting from his member’s faces to the mystery girl. He can’t move and without missing a beat as soon as the girl takes one step forward the man behind Jungkook grips his hair painfully and jerks his head to the side. The members make noises of shock and anger but the girl only smirks as the captor lowers his mouth down to Jungkook’s exposed neck , his lips slowly creeping backwards as his teeth , razor sharp, come onto display.

“ I’ll bite him, drain him dry or maybe- “ He slowly wets his canines “ he’ll enjoy being one of us .” Jungkook’s skin crawls at the feeling of the man’s breath on his neck and he so badly wants to move out of his grip. His hyung’s worried stares and angry faces is upsetting him too much ,so instead he looks at the girl.

Her face is no longer amused and the colours in her eyes are dancing like flames as she makes brief eye contact with Jungkook before turning her attention back to the man. She sighs as if bored with the situation. “ Give it a break” she rolls her eyes ,“ If you truly wanted to bite him you would have already, I don’t think you have the venom left to do it.” She smirks and slowly moves forward . The man’s grip tightens on Jungkook and he growls “ You stupid bitch you think you can stop us?”The girl stops a meter from the strange duo and slowly raises her hand “ I know I can.” But before she can do anything the man presses Jungkook tighter and he lets out a pained whine , the girl’s eyes flicker to his face and in the moment she hesitates.

As if expecting this the man hurls Jungkook towards her as he takes off running. Jungkook still unable to move hurtles towards the girl that side-steps him and he falls onto the stage. His body suddenly relaxes as if the impact broke whatever caused his immobility. The girl’s eyes train after the man and narrows ,suddenly he crumples to the floor unmoving.

“ Did you kill him!” Jungkook’s voice echos across the stadium , which is still unmoving and silent. The girl turns at the maknae’s scream and lock eyes with him.

“ No he’s not dead , not that he wouldn’t have deserved it .” She slowly walks towards where Jungkook is now sitting on the ground and the other members have come to his aid. When they see her approach Jin puts himself in front of the other members and glares at her.

“ Easy there , I just want to make sure he’s okay.” She comes to a stop and puts up her hands defensively to show him she’s not a threat. “ I have to assess the situation before calling the rest of the council.”

“ The council?” Jin lifts an eyebrow questionly still unmoving.

“ No need to call us. ”A new voice rings out from the end of the stage. The boy’s heads whip around at the sound and find three figures walking towards them.

The girl sighs , “ This is going to be fun.” As she casts a worried look over to the band. “ Buckle up guys , you’re in for a strange night.”

INEVITABLE

SHINSO HITOSHI X READER SMAU

His admittance to the Hero Course relies on the next few challenges ahead, just as doubts start to seep into his mind LN YN volunteers to help him train. Will she help him on his course to become a hero or will he get distracted and sucked into a love triangle along with the angry boy in class 1-A?

SOCIAL MEDIA AU; slight spoilers for season 5** Slight Bakugou x Reader love triangle, friends to lovers, suggestive content, crack, fluff, angst probably

START DATE: NOVEMBER 05,2020 TAGLIST: OPEN

MASTERLIST

YN | Shinso

Chapter 01: Gross, No  Chapter 02: Wake Up Call Chapter 03: Fuck Off Chapter 04: I Don’t Know Chapter 05: HELP Chapter 06: A Little Crush Chapter 07: Caught Feelings Chapter 08: Sounds Like A Date Chapter 09: What The Hell Was That Chapter 10: The Betting Pool Chapter 11: The Date Chapter 12: Babysitters Club Chapter 13: Picture Perfect Chapter 14: …Kind Of Chapter 15: Interesting Chapter 16: It’s a Surprise Chapter 17: Christmas Exchange Chapter 18: Have Fun? Chapter 19: Blocked Chapter 20: Finally, Spring Chapter 21: Chapter 22: Chapter 23: Chapter 24: Chapter 25:

2 types of people