Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Who wants to visit the world in real life anyway? (Wilbur and Kristen+Phil)

The request for this chapter was: Could you please do one where Wilbur is autistic and has a meltdown while doing an irl stream with sbi or other mcyts. Maybe Phil could comfort him by playing geo guesser with him. And also maybe where only Phil knows and everyone else is confused

Phil's POV:

Kristen and I were staying with Wilbur for a week. And in that time, we mostly chilled; apart from Wednesday. On Wednesday, Tommy was coming down to stay with Tubbo for a few days, and we were all going to do an IRL stream around Brighton. The younger two were very excited for it, mostly Tommy because he had missed out on the IRL stream that Tubbo had done at Halloween the year before. I was looking forward to it, as I had never done one before, and Wilbur said he was excited. He had done an IRL stream with George before and really enjoyed it. But the day didn't get off to a good start.

Because you see, part of the reason Kristen and I had travelled down to stay with Will, was because he was completely burnt out. He wasn't living with David anymore, and had run himself into the ground with music and streaming, so we agreed to come down and give him a little break. With people there, Will wouldn't have to worry so much about the daily functioning side of things and could just give himself an actual break. Of course, we were also there to hang out and do fun stuff, but mostly to help give him a chance to breath. The only piece of content we were doing all was the Wednesday IRL stream.

No one apart from a very few people knew that Will was autistic. Me and Kristen were 2 of them. And he had sworn us both to secrecy. Neither Techno nor Tommy, nor anyone else Wil had made friends with in the last 2 years, knew about his diagnosis. David, and some older friends were aware of it, but had to keep it quiet the same way we did. Wilbur didn't want anything to change between anyone else and him, and it had taken a lot for him to talk to us about it. But now that he had told us, we were more than happy to help when needed, or wanted. This was one of those times. 

In fact, the first time I found out that Will was autistic was when he talked to me about feeling lonely. Like no one understood him, no even his closest friends or family. He was drunk, and when he was intoxicated he often talked about the things that were really bothering him. At one point, he just simply stated to me, like it was nothing, that it was most likely because he had autism. I just continued talking to him, and then mentioned it again when we called again the next day. Then he explained it properly, and allowed me to talk to Kristen about it.

Time skip:

I woke up early that morning, and make myself a cup of tea whilst waiting for the other 2 to wake up. With an hour to go before we were supposed to leave, to go meet Tubbo. I knocked gently on the spare room door that Kristen and I were staying in, to find her just finishing getting her hair done. I then knocked gently in the same fashion on Will's door. Opening it cautiously, I saw him still laying in bed, fast asleep. From the door, I tried to wake him up, "morning mate. We need to leave in an hour."

"Mhm."

"I'll be back in 10 minutes, if you aren't up by then." I returned to the kitchen, this time greeted by Kristen, and just sat down on the sofa, chilling and drinking my tea.

"Is he ok?" Kristen said as she sat down next to me.

"Probably just tired. We'll wait and see I guess." With that, we returned to quiet chatting, as we waited for the alarm on my phone to go off.

Wilbur's POV:

I was awake, after Phil had come in for the first time, but was laying awake in bed. I had a headache already, and felt overwhelmed. Everything just hurt. Like my muscles and my brain. They just hurt.

Eventually, Phil returned to the bedroom door. "You up mate?"

"I'm awake, just uh."

"You alright?"

"Just overwhelmed, or something."

"I'll make you a tea, you just get some breakfast. Don't even worry about getting ready yet."

"Nope, have to get ready."

"Oh right, routine. You want any help with clothes?" Sometimes, making decisions was nearly impossibly, due to just being so overwhelmed. And choosing what clothes to wear (especially for me and my brain, who wanted to be dressed smart, and a very specific way) could be much harder than it needed to be.

"Kristen?"

"Yea, I'll get her to help you make these very important fashion decisions. I do not blame you for leaving me out of the equation. But did you want anything specific for breakfast?"

"No, I'll eat something in a bit."

"So, just a tea?"

"Yes please. Thanks Phil."

"No problem." He smiled, and returned to the lounge. I could still hear him through my open bed room door. I could hear him tapping his fingers on his mug, and the ruffling of his clothes, they hurt to listen to, but I just had to get on with it. "Can you go help Will pick out clothes? He wanted your advice, not mine." He was talking to Kristen 

"Yea sure, and uh, no offence Phil, but you aren't exactly fashioable."

"Merch t shirts, hoodies and jeans. You just can't go wrong." I tried to laugh, but even the sound of my own breathing was starting to bother me, so I just rose from my bed and opened the doors to my wardrobe, looking at my clothes. I then zoned out, thinking about how the IRL stream was today and I would have to mask, next thing I knew Kristen was talking to me, "you alright Will?"

"Yea just trying to choose."

"Do you want to wear a hoodie or a sweater?"

"I think I'll wear one of my merch hoodies."

"With a pair of black jeans?"

"Umm, yea?"

"Okay, what are you wearing under the hoodie?" I just shrugged my shoulders, noticing me becoming non-verbal but not knowing what to do about it. "Would you like me to get out a few options you can choose from?" She asked with a smile, a caring smile. I nodded, shoving my hands into the pockets of my pajama bottoms and staring at the floor. I didn't want to be so overwhelmed, I just didn't know what to do.

Kristen's POV:

I lay out 2 different t-shirts on Will's bed, and then a long-sleeve one next to it. "Take your pick." He pointed at the long-sleeve, and I left it on the bed, putting the 2 t-shirts back in his wardrobe and replacing them with the hoodie and black jeans. "Want me to get some socks out." He shrugged his shoulders again, not even looking at me. I cleared his bed of the clothes, resting the on the end of it instead. I sat down and patted the space next to me, he took the cue and sat down. "What can I do to help?" Again he shrugged. "Would you like to listen to some music?" This time he didn't react, which was Wilbur's version of a yes. I picked up his phone and air pods from his bedside table, handing them to him. "Put some music on, get ready and then come get some breakfast. I'll leave you to it, and if you want to just have some space, Phil and I can go on a walk?"

"I don't want to kick you out."

"You wouldn't be kicking us out. Would you just like to be alone?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, that's fine. Phil and I will go on a little walk."

"Thanks."

"Of course." I shut my door on the way out and returned to the kitchen where Phil now was. After explaining the situation to him, he checked on Wilbur once more, before leaving the house with me. Apparently, whilst when he talked to him, he was evidently very upset: leaving the house was the best option. It would give him time to fully regulate his emotions. And we had agreed to text him when we were around 5 minutes away from his flat, so that he could get ready in time.

A/n Hey. Thanks so much for reading. Thank you for over 35k reads, and over 1.3K votes, you guys are all amazing. Recently, I have started a new book, which is an sbi adoption story with an autistic Tommy, so go check that out if you are interested. I won't stop uploading here, in this book, but there will be (most likely weekly) updates for that other book. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and have an incredible day.

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