Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Boat (Tubbo and Jack+Wilbur+Niki)

Jack's POV:

I was doing another vlog; this time it was a boat race. Tubbo, Niki and Wilbur were in it too. The day was going to be a long one, and relatively warm, but we all agreed it was going to be fun. Tubbo had been in 2 of my vlogs before, so his parents didn't give me the lecture on how I needed to help him. Tubbo hated it; he had always said that if he needed the help he would work out his own way of getting it. And he also mentioned that because Wilbur was here for this one, I definitely wouldn't need the lecture, because Wilbur was the only one from the smp, apart from Tommy and Ranboo, who had helped him before. I agreed with him, that his parents wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap, but I didn't have the heart to tell him, that he was a little too confident about things. 

Off-camera, during the mini-golf video, he had been clinging to Tommy. Not actually touching him at any point, but only really talking to him and nervously looking towards him at least once a minute. I expected it. His parents explained that Tubbo was quite different on stream (which I already knew), but that he became very nervous in public. Tubbo says he was the same way before the pandemic, but he masked it, so his parents didn't really understand that. Still, I had no problem with Tubbo coming to film my vlogs with me. He was funny and a good friend, and whilst he did get anxious doing things, he didn't need nearly as much support as his parents made him out to need. Or certainly not when he masked so much. Which, considering we were filming, is what always happened.

I drove down to Portsmouth, where I was meeting everyone else. Slept in a hotel for a night, and drove the last part, to where we would be filming, the next morning. Will and Niki were stood talking when I pulled up and parked. I greeted them and then we just waited 5 minutes or so for Tubbo. His dad got out the car, but I didn't see Tubbo. "Morning Jack. Sorry we're late. Toby's not having a great day. I've tried to convince him that he doesn't have to do this if he can't, but he's stubborn. Not going to give you the lecture, but you have our numbers. Please just keep him safe. You already know he can lose perception of danger when he's like this, and with being out at sea, his Mum and I are just a little worried."

"He'll be fine. There's a few more of us today, and these 2 are a lot more responsible than they look. I'll keep an eye out, but you are his parents. If you don't want him doing this, you can just say no."

"We know. But he was so excited for today, and we don't want to ruin that for him."

"Yea." There was an awkward silence. No one really knew what to do.

Wilbur put a stop to it. "Morning. I'm Wilbur. I don't know if you remember me, but would it be alright if I go and talk to Tubbo?"

"Oh, Wilbur. Yes, I do. Thank you so much for what you did, his mum and I felt much more at ease after that day. And go ahead, I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." 

Will walked to the closed door, and we watched Tubbo open it for him and give him a massive hug. They started talking, while Niki and I finished talking with Tubbo's dad. He was giving Niki the lecture, which she didn't really need, but you have to appreciate parents who care so much about their children. Tubbo came over to us, following Wilbur. From that small piece of body language, I guessed Tubbo was both anxious and overwhelmed. Still, he wasn't a little kid anymore, and he hated it when we tried to treat him like one. If he thought he could do it, he would do it with us. We said goodbye to Tubbo's dad and walked down to where the boats were docked, to start filming. Tubbo and Niki were talking behind me and Will. "What happened on the day that put his parents at ease?"

"You know how Tubbo wasn't in Tommy's first vlog? Well he was there originally, but he just couldn't cope with it. There was a lot of things going on and I think he felt a lot of pressure. I was just the one who calmed him down and got his parents to come pick him up. I felt bad for sending him home like a sick kid from school, but he thanked me for getting me out of the situation. His parents were super thankful, like super thankful. You can tell they worry a lot about him."

"Yea. I've been given the lecture twice now."

"Well, that lecture of their's, that Phil and I got, is how I knew what to do. So don't diss the lecture, it has its benefits."

"Yea, I suppose you're right."

I sorted out my camera and then explained what was happening and Tubbo was very quiet, abnormally quiet. But when the camera turned on he seemed to be his normal self. Masking was so strange like that. If you knew the person both when they did and didn't mask, it was a little like knowing 2 people. Still, I brushed it off, and we sorted the stuff out. I noticed that Tubbo wasn't getting sarcasm as much that day; it wouldn't be obvious on the vlog, and I would make sure it wasn't. But us 3 could tell he wasn't having a great day.

Tubbo's POV:

I was excited for Jack's vlog, and I wanted to do it. But I woke up overwhelmed, and that made things difficult. I then didn't eat any breakfast because I was overwhelmed. People don't get that when you are overwhelmed, it can make you feel dizzy and nauseous. And then the thought about the smells, tastes and textures that come with with eating something, can make you feel even more ill. Just the thought, that's all it takes for me. When my blood sugar is low, I'm grumpy, and that means that I can't deal with things very well. And my blood sugar was low, because I couldn't eat any breakfast. But I didn't want to let Jack, Wilbur or Niki down. And I didn't want to let myself down. I felt like I was letting being autistic and dyslexic get in my way. And I felt like I could change that, if I wanted to.

So I did it. I forced my dad to drive me there like he said he was going to. But I started second guessing myself when I saw the 3 of them stood there. Worried I would disappoint them by losing it at some point in the day. After a few minutes, Wilbur came over and I opened my door for him. I launched myself at him, just wanting a hug, and hoping it might make me feel better. It did. And as we got on with it, I tried my best to mask. But even I knew my social skills were still a little off, despite my best efforts. There wasn't much I could do, at least they were being nice.

And when Jack and Niki got on the other boat, Wilbur made sure to check I was ok before it got crazy for a little bit. His words, not mine. I told him I would be alright, and that I had actually started calming down. So in between filming, and doing bits, I actually had fun. I wasn't stressed out, or overwhelmed. In fact, much to my surprise, I found the choppiness of the sea and the constant sprays of salt water, quite relaxing. I didn't like the salt water, and it brought back a bit of the unnerved feeling I had managed to get rid of. But Wilbur made sure I was alright, and found me a bottle of water, the minute he realised that it hadn't been a good idea. We did some singing, and I had my cap blown off by the wind, so Wilbur let me wear the captain's hat for a bit. And when we had won and were at Cowes, I did some of the filming for Jack being thrown in the ocean. But I soon realised that me 'calming down', had been me masking. I was so good at masking at this point, that sometimes, I would think I was fine because I could mask, when in actuality, I was just getting worse and worse. I was exhausted, and it was getting hard to think. But I didn't want to have a meltdown or a sensory overload; I didn't want to disappoint Jack, Wilbur or Niki. Especially, not Wilbur. Last time I spent the day with him, he had to call my parents and they took me home. It was for the best, and I was glad he had done it, but I wanted to prove to him I could do the things everyone else could. I wanted to prove to myself I could do the things everyone else found easy.

We went into the little town there. It was small but pretty and quiet. Jack had found us a cafe and we sat there and got something to drink, while Jack went and changed into some dry clothes. I knew I was quiet, I knew that I was rocking a little and I knew that I was scratching my arm over and over in the same place so much, that I might have started bleeding. But I didn't want to let them down. And I just wanted to feel normal for once.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. I'm about to start writing a pt.2 of this right now. So that will be out either this evening (for me) or tomorrow. Let me know what you think of it so far. Thank you for the comment and the vote. I do really appreciate it. Also, I know that a lot of these are quite angsty, most of them with meltdowns. But I don't want to write boring stories, and angsty stuff is my forte. I write another book, about autism, and that is also going through quite an angsty part. Check it out if you feel like it, it's the only other story on my profile. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one, and have magical day.

Thank you,

Tag