Stop Calling me That (mcyt + ftm reader) -Book 1/2-

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((Longest chapter so far! 4134 words without the A/N. Damnnn))

((A longer chapter, lowkey dedicated to remysshitlife and AshisLost))

((Also, hi to Stalhugzz and their brother))

((Warnings: excessive deadnaming, almost getting outed, food))

"Sooooo," Tommy dragged out. He kicked the front seat, purposefully hitting the middle rather than Kristen's side.

"Phil, Tommy won't stop kicking my seat-"

"Tommy, stop kicking Wilbur," Phil said exasperatedly from the front.

Tommy kicked Wilbur's seat harder.

"PHILLLLL."

"Tommy, I swear to fuck, I will put you in the front," Phil threatened.

"Yessss," Wilbur sighed.

"Nooooo, don't make me sit next to Dad," Tommy whined.

"Yeah, put Tommy in the front. I want Wil back," Y/n joked.

"D/n, how could you do that to me?" Tommy looked to him with a face of ultimate betrayal.

"Easily."

"Boys," Phil hushed the group. "And D/n," he added as an afterthought.

Y/n turned his gaze to the ground as the car went quiet. Despite knowing Phil wasn't actually mad everyone quieted so as to not distract the driver.

Y/n was glad that at the very least his own sudden silence didn't stand out.

Tommy kicked Wilbur's seat again.

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They'd made a stop on the way back, hitting up a local drive-through rather than cooking lunch. Wilbur had been the one to hold the bags, effectively blocking him in on every side and taking away his moving privileges, but he didn't complain.

Phil parked outside of Wilbur's house, slumping back in his seat. He cracked his door and scooted over, pulling his leg away from Wilbur's for the first time since they'd left, relishing in the space.

Wilbur sighed as Kristen moved and he relaxed his legs for the first time since getting into the car, finally having the space to.

Y/n undid his buckle, slipping out of his door and offering a hand to Tubbo. Tommy was out of the car by the time the two of them both were, stretching out from the car ride.

Most of the group walked inside as Kristen separated, saying something about going out for a walk. Phil walked straight through the living room, probably to the bathroom, as Tommy flopped onto Wilbur's couch.

"Ah, home sweet home," he called out far louder than necessary.

"If you're going to use your outside voice I will make you sleep there," Wilbur joked.

"Pog!" Y/n grinned. "Looks like it's just you and me, Tubbo."

Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Ok, inside voice, are you happy?"

"Very," Will teased.

"Damn," Y/n said. "Was really looking forward to taking the bed."

Wilbur snorted from the kitchen.