Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: The big stream

Tommy's POV:

Today on the routine we were going over to dream's place and all doing a massive stream. Everyone who could make it, was going. And it was going to be awesome. I mean having us all together like that, of course it was going to be awesome! We had a Q and A planned with viewer questions so it was bound to be interesting too. And then afterwards, we were all going out to dinner at some weird restaurant.

Everyone was now super understanding about me being autistic. We had sent out a few messages after the house party and both Fundy and Puffy had apologised. Not that their apologies were strictly necessary. Anyway, as our little house group, we had all agreed that if I needed to leave, not everyone had to come back at the same time. I loved being social (even if I wasn't very good at it) but it was exhausting. I have to remember everything and make manual decisions which are automatic for everyone else. We were also going to that restaurant and I was concerned about getting overwhelmed. I took my stuff with me in my backpack like I always do, but it didn't stop me worrying slightly. Wilbur told me that if I needed anything I could talk to him or text him instead, so that helped.

Eventually, my excitement took over and on the car ride to Dream's place, I couldn't sit still. The anxiety was somewhere at the back of my mind but I didn't really care.

"Can we have the radio on?"

"Or I can plug in my phone? I already know you'd probably prefer that."

"Yea but can you put songs we can sing to, on? Please Wilbur, my brain is too busy to sit quietly."

"As long as no one else minds?" No one made any disagreements. I smiled widely and stimmed with my hands while waiting for the music to come on. Of course the first song was your new boyfriend and our entire car erupted into singing the funny lyrics. I was rocking back and forth in my seat, flapping my hands about everywhere, singing along to the music. I don't think I could have been happier, but I was sat in the middle seat and it didn't take long for something bad to happen.

Originally it had been decided I would sit in the back of the car with Tubbo but when we realised how hard it would be to reach me during a meltdown from that position, we quickly moved me. Tubbo now sat in the back, by himself, and Ranboo and Techno would sit on either side of me. On the unlikely occasions Techno wasn't with us, Tubbo would moved forward and take his place. It was always easier to help me when 2 people where directly involved as one could maintain focus on me at all times, allowing the other to do whatever was necessary. That's just how it worked best. As a child, my parents would rarely take me anywhere if it was just one of them for this exact reason.

Techno's POV:

"You alright Tommy?" The song we were listening to reached a beat drop and he began stimming even harder. "Phil, Wilbur, Techno. Tommy is stimming a lot, is that normal?"

"Stimming is normal Ranboo, but Techno, you reckon you could find somewhere to pull over?"

"Yea, you thinking what I'm thinking Wilbur?"

"Take an energy break?"

"Yep. Right Phil, there should be a place...." I guided Phil to a small park just off from the main road to Dream's place. Tommy needed a chance to get rid of all the adrenaline and energy flooding his brain. It wasn't fair to keep going whilst he was stimming that much, even if he was perfectly happy whilst stimming.

"Ow." I cocked my head up towards the voice. Ranboo had moved as closed to his window as possible and was now clutching at his cheek. Tommy was now rocking with even more frequency and had his knees up to his chest, hands covering his head.

"What happened?"

"It's not his fault."

"He didn't say it was Ranboo, he just asked what happened." Wilbur had now stepped in too, turning round in his seat. Phil looked in the rear view mirror but kept his eyes on the road. Tubbo was peaking over the back of our seats.