Dominik Mysterio One-Shots

Dominik • Autism Spectrum

Alternate Title: acting like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated
Description: Dominik Mysterio is on the autism spectrum, and he will do anything for The Judgment Day not to find out.
Tags: Autism Spectrum, Fluff and Angst, Mature Language, Stimming, Selectively Mute

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Dominik couldn't do this. He had pushed past it before, but he can't seem to do the same now. He attempted his usual techniques to try and relieve the sensitivity and overstimulation but it seems only to be strengthening it, not lessening it.

"You almost done, Dom?" Priest asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

Dominik internally groaned. He wasn't in a talkative mood. All he wanted was to get under his weighted blanket, in the darkness, and be surrounded by silence both internally and externally. But that wasn't an option. He had promo tonight with the rest of The Judgment Day which he couldn't simply opt out of.

Dominik must have taken too long to reply as Priest spoke up once more. "The bus leaves in ten. Are you all set?"

Dominik wanted to shake his head because he wasn't alright. He was overstimulated and being at an arena, filled with people and loud noises, would only worsen it. This wasn't even mentioning the pyro and lights once he's in the ring. But he couldn't focus on that now. He had to respond.

"I'm all good!" He visibly flinched at his high pitched tone. "I'll be out in a few seconds. Just fixing my hair," he lied.

He heard a soft knock at the door, Priest's acknowledgment that he heard, then shuffling footsteps leading away from the bathroom.

Dominik sighed. He had been doing so well, but today had him acting to the extreme: nonstop stimming, bouts of being non-verbal (though he rarely allowed that reprieve), sensitivity to noises and light, and a plethora of other factors that caused him overstimulation. He was a lost cause, but he wouldn't let this ruin it for his other faction members. He had to be on his game, so if that meant being in agony for a few hours, then so be it.

Dominik would never let his being on the spectrum dictate how well he did on the job. Even if that meant keeping a part of himself away from his new family.

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Too tight. Everything was too tight.

Dominik was in The Judgment Day's dressing room attempting to put on his gear. Key word: attempting. Dominik hadn't even thought about the leather and body fitting clothing that he had to wear, but now that he was trying to get into it, he wondered how he hadn't thought to be anxious about it earlier. He had been able to put his vest on but the pants lay limp in his hands.

"Dominik!"

Dominik flinched before he spun around to see his Irish member in the doorway.

"Nearly done? We're set to begin in twenty minutes." Finn looked Dominik up and down, clearly seeing the still half naked clad lad in front of him. "You're usually the first dressed out of all of us," he observed.

Dominik shrugged. His fingers kept tapping on his thumb which he hadn't realized he was doing before Finn had come back into the room. Quickly, he folded his hands together to stop the movement.

Finn sighed before walking to Dominik and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you having second thoughts about joining us? Because I know we can be a lot at times..."

Dominik tuned Finn out. All he could focus on was the abnormal pressure on his body. A weight that shouldn't be there. A weight that was stationary, in one spot, causing a panic to run through the youngest member. He needed the hand off because he was about to explode and he couldn't have Finn see and be pulled out tonight because he's too sensitive and—