Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Riding a bike (Tommy and Wilbur+KSI+George)

A/n So, hey! I'm just going to explain this so everyone understands. A lot of autistic individuals have problems with coordination. It's a poorly understood trait but it is one. Bad coordination is a trait of many neurological disorders and conditions, but here I am choosing to right it in relation to autism. Personally, my hand eye coordination is actually very good, but my balance is horrible. My older brother is both dyslexic and dyspraxic, and he taught me to tie my shoelaces this way. I still really struggle to do it the normal way (with one bunny ear), so that inspires this. Any more questions, just ask. I don't mind answering. Enjoy!

Tommy's POV:

"Hey Will!" Everything on the discord call loaded in and I saw him sat in his office.

"Hey Tommy. You done anything nice today?"

"Nah I had college so I've only just got back. It was alright, I'm just tired from masking."

"You have that teacher big man?" We both knew who he was talking about.

"Yea. She didn't say anything, but I was masking so you know."

"I still think you should talk to your college about that, or at least your parents."

"It's fine, she's not said anything since the incidents. And I've worked on making my hand writing better so it's fine. Plus I just drink water at college now so yea."

"But that's what I'm trying to say Tommy. Your coordination isn't good for a real reason. Come on man, think about it. She shouldn't be forcing you to feel bad about your hand writing. It's still legible," I cut in.

"My hand writing doesn't like woman Will!" I laughed. (A/n no offence meant with this, if it is offensive I will take it out. Just a small joke I think Tommy might make.)

"Like I was saying, you can still read it. And why does she care if you have orange juice spilled down your t shirt?"

"Something about her students looking presentable. I think she's just a Karen."

"Look mate, you'll always things like that difficult but if you ever want any help, I don't mind. I did with the laces remember?"

Flashback to the day of the first Tommy vlog:

"Right are we going to the restaurant?"

"Yep!"

"Tommy your laces, do them up before you fall over." Phil pointed down at my shoes and stood waiting for me.

"I can't do my laces."

"Why not?"

"I don't know how to." I spoke in a whisper and stared at the floor in shame, nearly crying. It was a set of shoelaces I know, but it's rubbish when everyone else can do something you can't.

"Come here mate." He pulled me in for a hug. "I can do them for you if you like?" I just shrugged. "You either thought about having shoes without laces?"

"I got bullied for it. I wore Velcro for a bit in secondary but the bullying was so bad that I just walked round with my laces untied all day."

"Is that why you've always got scratches and bruises on your arms?"

"Yea, I fall over a lot."

"Hey Will." I stopped hugging Phil and turned to face Wilbur.

"What's up big man?"

"I can't tie my laces, so Phil is going to tie them for me."

"Maybe I could teach you?"

"Everyone's already tried, my brain just can't do it."