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

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((Time skip to June 2022))

Y/n huffed, catching his breath as he slumped to the floor. He leaned his upper body over a box dramatically with a sigh.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, cringing and wiping off the slight dampness from the sweat soaking through to his pocket. Smudged fingerprints still found their way across the glass despite his effort, smearing as he typed.

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Dadza

Looking forward to seeing you two :)

You better be because we're coming either way

-

Y/n laughed, stuffing his phone back in his pocket, already having forgotten about the warm damp heat radiating off of his body. 

He wiped off his palms across his knees. Y/n picked up the packaging tape, picking at the edge and dramatically stretching his arms as he freed a long length and carefully sealed the box.

He jumped as someone cleared their throat from the doorway, turning to see his mother leaning on the frame. She smiled sadly.

"You're absolutely set then? No talking you out of it?" she half-joked. 

"Yeah," Y/n hummed, turning back to the box with a small smile. "I think I'm ready for the change."

"Well, we'll miss you around here," she resigned. "I expect weekly calls," she teased, nudging his side.

He giggled, leaning away but nodding.

"I'll do my best, ma'am," he saluted. 

She rolled her eyes. "Be sure to."

She took the roller from him, helping to tape up the rest. 

It took time for her to adjust, of course it did, but with a lot of correcting and some talks, they'd gotten there. He felt closer to her than ever now. Just as she'd left his phone went off, startling him again. He sighed, taking it back out and pressing accept as soon as he'd seen the name.

"Y/N!" Tommy shouted. "I can't believe you!"

"W-what?" he stuttered, trying to remember what he'd done.

"You steal my idea, and then don't even invite me?" he fake cried.

"Steal your.." he laughed. "Tommy, people move every day. And you already have plans, in a different country might I add."

"Yeah but- fine, that's fair."

"Speaking of which, how's Tubbo? Haven't heard from him in a few days, figure he must be pretty busy with everything too," Y/n scooted across his floor to lean against the wall.

"He packed pretty lightly actually, finished a while ago," Tommy said. "He'd dropped his boxes off. But Ranboo, he- they can't seem to leave anything behind," he laughed.

"If I had as many cool trinkets and Hawaiian shirts I'd probably be in the same place," Y/n joked.

"Yeah, yeah, just.. Oh shit, gotta go, Wil's calling. Forgot he was going to come over to uh... called it house warming, whatever the fuck he means by that."

Y/n opened his mouth to tell him it was fine and he could go but he was already gone, the discord chimes of someone leaving a call his only company. He messaged him instead, asking to let him know how Wil was holding up. He knew Tommy wouldn't fully know, both because Wil wasn't likely to be fully honest and because Tommy wasn't privy to his situation, but hoped he was alright. From what he'd heard it seemed he was, just as ready to go somewhere new and start anew as Y/n was.

A fresh start.

Tomorrow.

((And there it is.. it's been a long journey boys <3))

((You're welcome to take this as the end of the story, a happy lil end, or to join us for the sequel))

((the sequel which is out now ^))