Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

A bad reaction pt.2 (Tommy and Wilbur+George+more?)

TW- mocking of stimming, bullying (making fun of autistic traits)

Tommy's POV:

We found a quiet bench and sat down. I got a pair of headphones out my backpack and started blasting music out them. Then I got myself a snack and a drink out, and zoned out. I could feel Wilbur sat next to me, but I didn't know where George was. I tried not to worry about it too much, which was a mistake. George pulled my headphones off and ran away with them. Putting them on, and pretending to do the same hand movement I had been doing earlier. One of my stims. I just sat there, trying not to have a meltdown right there and then, because I didn't have enough footage for my vlog yet. And I wanted to put out this vlog, and everything was set out for today already. And we were meeting KSI later. I started rocking and clicking my fingers, George laughed, and continued to make fun of me. Wilbur stood up, walked over, snatched my headphones off George and placed them back on my head, then he sat back down next to me. Offering me a sensory toy; he always kept them in his bag in case I forget mine. I hadn't forgotten mine today, but I took it anyway. Swapping my clicking for the stretchy toy I had picked. And I was masking again pretty quickly, the determination to do this vlog was pulling me through.

I sent KSI a text, just checking about the bit where we met him, and the realises I had messed up the timing. If we didn't go, and go very quickly, we were going to miss the whole point of the vlog. The whole day would be ruined. I picked up my bag, put my headphones in it and handed Will the sensory toy back. "Will, George, we need to go now. I messed up the timings, and we need to be on the over side of London in like 10 minutes." I started running, not even checking if they were following me. Eventually, Wilbur was beside me and I could hear George somewhere a little behind. "Are you sure about this Tommy? We can stop, take a break, go home early. This vlog isn't everything."

"It might not be to you, but to me it is. So as long as everyone else is okay to do this, I am too. Okay?"

"Okay, mate. But you let me know if you can't. It's fine if you can't."

"How old am I Wilbur?" My way of telling him he was treating me like I was 5, and I didn't appreciate it.

"Yea. I know; you don't have to tell me again. Let's go."

We ran. Filmed bits, like Wilbur giving George a piggy back or me needing the toilet. Actually became out of breath. And I masked the entire time. But this was the cool part of the vlog, and I wanted it to go well. When we got there, we talked with KSI for about a minute, just going through everything. And then we filmed the fight, well the hit. Wilbur is good at acting, so it made things a lot easier, as we got it on the first take. We said goodbye to KSI, and then walked down the river a little further, to get a boat on the River Thames. The entire time I did my replacement stims. Stims that didn't work as well as my actual ones did, but were subtle enough that I could do then without anyone noticing. Running my tongue on the roof of my mouth, twitching my face in this weird way and scratching the back of my neck. I didn't feel like putting up with George, but we had organised to go back to his, after the boat. Which made me anxious, because if he wasn't nice about it, I doubted his family would be. Still, the routine was the routine, and whilst I didn't want to go, I knew that if I changed the routine, I would likely have the meltdown I had been holding back. A change of routine, whether it be for the better or the worse, was still a change in routine.

We filmed a bit on the boat, Wilbur looked out of the window the entire time, showing he was in pain. I wanted to do what Wilbur was doing, just without the tissue up my nose, or the faces he kept having to pull. I just wanted to stare out the window, and not do the stupid bit with George about the golden hour, or whatever it's called. But he was a confusing person, he seemed fine with me. We would laugh and joke around, but the minute I stopped masking one little thing, he would start being mean again. I just assumed he wasn't cool about me being autistic, which was fine. Well, it wasn't fine, but I was used to it. Stuff like this happened all the time, I just thought a George already knew, and I didn't get why he was so civil when I did mask. Most people just hate me even if I try to be what they want me to be.

We got back to his. We filmed us leaving before we even got in. It had been my idea, just in case something went wrong. Plus, I knew, no one really wanted to film it later, when all we wanted to do was get back home. Will had already managed to get his off, but I was still fiddling with my shoes, in his hallway. I didn't really want to go upstairs before knowing his answer. "George? What problem do you have with me?"

"What problem?"

"Oh, you know, just the picking on me when I do things you don't like."

"I don't remember doing that."

"Don't you dare lie to him George. I've witnessed it all day." Wilbur made his point and took a step out the open door.

"Look, you kept pretending to be autistic or have ADHD, or whatever. Like when you don't, you're alright to hang out with. You're fun. But when you do, it's just so annoying and obvious you're doing it for attention."

"Sorry, to jump in here, again, Tommy, but I'm not just going to stand and listen to George say all this. He's autistic. Like actually autistic. And I would have thought, considering your such good friends with Dream, you would have half an idea what masking is. You know, where neurodivergent people hide their traits so they don't get picked on, like you've been doing all day. Seriously, George! What actually is your problem?!"

"Him! I can't believe you fell for it Wilbur. It's so obvious he's just some needy kid, who wants everything to be done for him, and just has to be the centre of attention the whole time. News flash Tommy, pretending to be autistic, isn't going to get you any further. And yea, I know what masking is. I also know that whatever this kid's doing, isn't masking."

"Actually, George, masking can mean different things for different people. Plus, I've been masking fully all day, like pretending to be neurotypical. Rather than just masking some of my traits that affect others more. I'm not going to mask like Dream masks." I wanted to stand up for myself. But I also wanted to show George how much he had hurt me.

"No, but you see, here's the thing. I heard you talking to Dream about all your obsessions and stuff, and I know you were only doing it because you thought it would be cool to be like Dream. Being neurodivergent isn't trendy Tommy. So stop."

"No, you're right. Being neurodivergent is in no way trendy. And having something in common with Dream, does help me to feel a little better about myself. But being neurodivergent sucks! It's negative far more than it's positive. It makes daily tasks insanely difficult. It means that even at the age of 17, I can't handle being somewhere where there isn't someone I trust. Hence why Will or Phil or even Tubbo, are always in my stupid vlogs! And you know the worst part. People like you! People like you who call me a liar, say I do it for attention, bully me for my autistic traits. Autistic traits that I'm told to embrace and take pride in, because I should be myself. But when someone I looked up to, someone I respected, are mean because I'm myself, how on earth am I supposed to take pride in it! How on earth am I supposed to live my life to the fullest, if I spend half of it pretending to be someone I'm not! And the other half, worrying that someone is going to be mean, because that day I couldn't quite handle having to be someone different! Grow up George. Just grow up. You know everyone is right when they call you a baby, just for totally different reasons."

"Tommy, leave your shoes on. Let's go. It was horrible meeting you George."

Wilbur started walking away, but I hadn't finished. "But you know what. I'll be the adult. If you learn your lesson, and think about what you've done today, let me know. Maybe I'll gain an inch of respect for you again. Bye George." I slammed his door in his face and walked away with Wilbur.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. Hello to readers in the Netherlands and Oman, I have just checked the stats and seen that, which has shocked me. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, and have a brilliant day.

Thank you,

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