Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

He doesn't know pt.3 (Tubbo and Tommy+Ranboo)

Ranboo's POV:

The past 2 weeks had gone well, as well as they could. Tubbo didn't mask as much, but from him sleeping 10 plus hours every night, I presumed that he was still masking enough to make him exhausted. Phil had been right about him eating loads of food that was meant for kids, but I would cook different stuff for me. And I learned that there was a reason for it. An autistic trait he had, was sensory issues, and Tubbo had to deal with a lot of them. He was a sensory avoider, which meant he got overwhelmed by his senses. Hence why he hated playing horror games, due to the screams, and wore his socks inside out, due to the seams. He didn't like specific textures and tastes, and kid's food basically contained none of that. He swung on his swing a lot, I didn't mind. I learned that it was also stimming, like when he was clenching and unclenching his fists when the fridge door closed. It was nice to sit in the garden room or on the patio and watch him. It was always what I thought autism was like, people living in their heads all day and doing repeated things. Tubbo changed what I thought autism was, but it always made me smile when I saw him on that swing. I was right about them, but only for a small part, they were as complex as anyone else, they are human like the rest of us, after all.

Things had gone pretty smoothly since my first day. Apart from one day where he went out to do a vlog with Tommy, and came back pretty overwhelmed. So I helped with my first sensory overload. Which was petrifying but Lani also helped, so it wasn't too bad. I found his headphones and put one of his playlists on, and then took over from Lani in giving him a massive hug. He cried, which almost made me cry, but in the end everything was ok.

I had started learning SSE (sign supported English), which uses British sign language signs, but English word order. It would be no use when I went back home, but I was only really going to use it to communicate with Tubbo, so I didn't mind. We would call Tommy every few days or so, so I could ask questions about things which Tubbo either didn't know the answer to, or couldn't work out how to answer. And I could finally go out and do things instead of self-isolating.

Tommy came over for a few days, and we had a great time. Tubbo was swinging when I woke up. I asked him how long he'd been out there and he said since 3:30, which was worrying, but it was Tubbo. Better him doing something that made him happy, than lying awake in his bed, stressing over the smallest of things. And Tommy was coming that day, so he was going to be full of excited nerves. I started sorting stuff out, and cleaning our messes up; Tubbo came in to help after a while. After getting ourselves ready, I sat on my phone and watched Tubbo on his swing. He didn't need to be watched, but I found it peaceful and he was oblivious to me being sat there, so it wasn't likely to bother him. But when he saw Tommy appear in his garden, he jumped up and ran over. Tackling him into a hug.

I joined them and the bench trio had a little group hug, right there in Tubbo's garden. We dragged Tommy to the garden room and just hung out. You'd think Tubbo would be the quietest, but Tubbo actually talked the most. "Tubbo, why are you talking loads today? It's great, I love hearing about all the things you talk about, but you've been relatively quiet for the last 2 weeks, was I doing something wrong?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong Toby. But is it that you are more comfortable not masking around me because you've known me for longer? You can be more of yourself because you know that I'm going to stick up for you if Ranboo was mean, which he won't be. You like being friends with Ranboo, but he makes you a little anxious still, just by existing. And you know you can't do much about it, but that doesn't make the feeling go away?"

"Yep. Yep. Yep, and yep."

"Yes! I'm so clever, man."

"Well, I wouldn't say that but you know me very well."

"Ah, sorry I didn't hear you." We laughed. I felt better knowing I hadn't done anything wrong, but he was my friend, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little hurt.

"Is there anything I can do to make you worry less?"

"Not really, sorry. It's getting better the more I'm around you, the more things I don't mask and you're ok with, the less anxious I get. Like when you helped with the sensory overload after Tommy's vlog, that made things better. And when we talk with Tommy and he explains things with me, that helps too. And even then, I'll never be fully comfortable or fully not masking. Plus, there's massive thing Tommy missed out. I'm more talkative because I'm happy. I've got my 2 best friends with me, I'm quite possibly the happiest I could be."

"Aww, thanks Tubs."

"Yea, thanks Tubbo."

"Wait, did you really have a sensory overload after my vlog?" Tubbo just nodded his head. "Mate, you could have told me you were overwhelmed, we would have found somewhere quiet to take a break."

"It's fine Tommy, I didn't tell you because I was having so much fun. I masked it so I could have fun. It's no fun just sitting somewhere quiet, even though it's less overwhelming. I've told you before about the difference in disliking something, and not being able to do it properly."

"I know, but a break doesn't do any harm. I could have used one too."

"I know, but it's happened now, we can't change it. And it helped me trust Ranboo more anyway. Oh and another reason I'm so talkative today, is because I finished eating that bag of gummy worms when I was on the swing earlier."

"Tubbo! That was at like 4 this morning. And those were my gummy worms, I hadn't even opened them yet!"

"Welp, you snooze you lose, boob boy." Tubbo was laughing like a maniac as he said it, and Tommy high-fived him, now also laughing.

Tubbo was my friend. Learning he was autistic was a strange experience, but one that I'm glad happened. Now I could be a better friend, and Tubbo could be more of himself. Even if that meant eating my gummy worms. But I'm not sure it did. I really don't think that Tubbo being more himself, meant he would eat my gummy worms. What it really meant was that I had found a friend for life, because now, I understood him. Actually understood him.

A/n Hey. Hoped you enjoyed this one. I did say that part 3 was coming and here it is. Requests are welcome and you can go to the requests page for more information about them. Thank you so much for all the reads, be sure to let me know what you think by voting and leaving comments. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day.

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