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so so so so cute !!

Just So We're Clear

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

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It started with a donut.

Not just any donut—your donut. The last one from that bakery in Brooklyn Bucky liked to grumble about being too trendy but always made sure to drive twenty minutes out of the way to pick up for you.

You’d left it on the counter with a sticky note: “Save me for after training. I will cry.”

And somehow—somehow—Clint thought it was up for grabs.

You weren’t even mad. You just blinked at the empty box, blinked again at Clint’s sticky-sugar fingers, and gave a soft, broken little “oh.”

That was enough to unravel Bucky Barnes.

He stood in the doorway like a statue, towel slung over his shoulder, fresh from the gym and already vibrating with post-workout adrenaline. His eyes snapped to you, then to Clint, then back to you. He saw the little furrow in your brow and the way your shoulders curled inward and decided, then and there, that everyone in the compound clearly needed a reminder.

You were his wife. His wife.

And that meant a few things.

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Rule #1: Don’t touch her stuff.

“I didn’t even see the note!” Clint defended from his upside-down position, wedged in the couch cushions where Bucky had gently (read: aggressively) planted him.

Sam was laughing too hard to help. “You gonna throw every guy who steals a snack into furniture, Barnes? That’s a long list.”

“She left a note,” Bucky snapped, wiping powdered sugar off your cheek like you were made of spun glass. “You don’t cry over donuts. She does.”

You muttered a soft, “It’s fine, Buck,” but he wasn’t hearing it. He kissed your forehead like a soldier returning from war. Then your hand. Then your cheek. Then forehead again, like a prayer.

“Get back up, Barton, and I swear to God—”

“It’s a donut!” Clint howled.

“To her it matters.” Bucky leveled the room with a look, like he was ready to start flipping tables in your honor.

You slid your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, shoulders shaking. “Baby,” you giggled, muffled, “you’re insane.”

“For you, yeah.”

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Rule #2: If she walks into a room, you look impressed. Or you leave.

The next morning, you showed up to breakfast in one of Bucky’s shirts, hair still messy from sleep, blinking blearily and reaching for coffee. Bucky had just returned from a run with Steve and Sam and barely made it five feet before turning around, breath leaving him in a grunt of awe.

“Whoa,” Sam said, eyebrows raised. “You good, Barnes?”

Bucky ignored him completely.

“Doll,” he said, like he hadn’t just seen you twelve hours ago. He crossed the room, wrapped both arms around your waist from behind, and kissed your shoulder. “Look at you.”

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re beautiful.”

You laughed and leaned into his arms. Sam made a gagging noise.

Steve sipped his coffee, calm as ever. “You say that every morning.”

“‘Cause it’s true every morning,” Bucky shot back.

Vision wandered in and gave you a nod. “You appear well-rested this morning, Mrs. Barnes.”

Bucky looked at him like he might start a war.

“…I meant that platonically,” Vision added quickly.

“Mm-hmm.”

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Rule #3: If she needs help, Bucky is already on his way.

Tony had once timed it. You sneezed in the common room and, from three floors down, Bucky was at your side in thirty-eight seconds.

Thirty. Eight.

“You’re not even on comms,” Tony said, eyes narrowed. “How did you know?”

“She sneezed.”

“Barnes, are you—” Tony squinted—“tracking her?”

“No.”

“Then how?”

Bucky shrugged. “She sneezes like a kitten. You learn things.”

You sniffled again, touched your forehead. “Maybe I’m getting sick.”

Bucky picked you up—off the couch, bridal-style—and turned toward the elevator.

“I’m taking her back to bed.”

Tony stared. “What am I, chopped liver?”

“You’re not my wife.”

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Rule #4: Don’t flirt. Even by accident.

Peter Parker had not been flirting. He’d been asking a perfectly innocent question about one of the books you were reading, his voice just a little too enthusiastic, his grin a little too bright.

Bucky, walking in halfway through the sentence, did not interpret it that way.

“—and I’ve been meaning to check it out! Maybe we could—uh, I mean I could—borrow it sometime? Or you could recommend another one—”

“Hey, Pete,” Bucky cut in, arm curling tightly around your shoulders. “You done with homework?”

Peter gulped. “Uh—no. But I just—”

“Good. Go finish it.”

“Yessir.”

Peter was gone in a flash. You turned in Bucky’s arms, swatting his chest. “James Buchanan Barnes.”

“What?” he asked innocently.

“You’re scaring children.”

“They should be scared. You’re married.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss him, which effectively ended the conversation—and started a new one when Sam walked in and groaned, “Do y’all ever stop making out?”

“Not really,” you answered sweetly.

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Rule #5: She is the standard. Period.

You weren’t a superhero. You weren’t an assassin, an engineer, or a witch. You were just… you. Kind, clever, funny. You made the best grilled cheese in the world. You left notes in Bucky’s jacket pockets before missions. You talked to plants and cried at dog commercials.

And Bucky?

Bucky was obsessed.

“You know Nat could snap your neck with two fingers,” Sam said once, after a sparring session.

“Cool,” Bucky said without looking up from his phone. “My wife made banana bread.”

Steve smirked. “You gonna compare every badass woman you meet to your wife?”

“Yes.”

“She doesn’t even fight.”

“She won me over when I was half a feral metal-armed murder machine,” Bucky said, dead serious. “She’s the deadliest of them all.”

You walked into the gym with a water bottle and smiled. “You left this in the kitchen, baby.”

Bucky’s face lit up.

“See?” he whispered to the others. “Deadly.”

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Rule #6: He’s not embarrassed. He’s in love.

Natasha had tried to tease him once.

“You’ve gone soft,” she said, flicking a finger toward where you were curled up in Bucky’s lap while he braided your hair.

“I hope so,” Bucky said, without missing a beat. “Took me decades to get soft again.”

You blinked. “That’s the sappiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“And I’ve got more where that came from.” He kissed the top of your head and kept braiding. “You want the little one at the end? The fishtail?”

“You remembered my favorite?”

“Of course.”

Steve groaned in the background.

“I used to be scary,” Bucky said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Now I’m moisturized, well-fed, and deeply in love. Get used to it.”

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Rule #7: *Don’t call it whipped. Call it devoted.

You found the sticky notes one day—hundreds of them. All over Bucky’s locker, his desk, his nightstand. Your handwriting, your doodles. Silly notes you’d left him over the years.

He’d kept every single one.

“You kept all of these?” you asked, stunned, running your fingers over the rainbow of little squares.

Bucky came up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Course I did.”

“But why?”

“Because they’re from you.” He kissed the curve of your neck. “Because I love how your mind works. Because they got me through hard days. And because when I’m not with you, I still want pieces of you around.”

Your throat got tight. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I’ll get you another donut.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m yours.”

—

So, yeah. Maybe Bucky Barnes was obsessed with his wife.

Maybe he’d burned it into everyone’s brains that you were his. That he loved you with the kind of ferocity that melted metal and rewired his soul. That he had a thousand ways to say “I love you,” and none of them involved subtlety.

The truth was: You’d saved him. And Bucky didn’t let people forget the things that saved him.

Especially not when she was the softest, brightest, most fiercely kind thing in a world that had tried to break him.

So yeah. He was obsessed.

And the whole damn compound better get used to it.

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friendly reminder to everyone to reblog (or like) the fic before you read it so you dont lose it forever

(totally not talking from personal experience)

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One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

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i usually hate flying via planes, but this could be the one exception

☁︎ ⋆｡˚ first class ⋆｡ ☁︎ ˚｡

pilot!husband!bucky barnes x wife!reader

Mentions: 18+, grumpy but soft buck, tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Bucky is the pilot everyone knows. Top of his game, perfect safety record, and no room for nonsense on his flights. He doesn't chat much with the crew—rarely even cracks a smile. He's respected, but also feared. But when you—his wife—is on board, he turns into complete mush.

Word Count: 2.1k main masterlist credit to @adalvsseb for the idea

The tension in the crew lounge was so thick, it felt suffocating.

Two flight attendants hovered near the galley doors, whispering and gossiping like teenagers—as the crew always did to pass the time.

“Captain Barnes seems like he’s in a bad mood today,” one of the flight attendants, Yelena, muttered, glancing toward the cockpit door where Bucky’s silhouette could be seen just faintly.

He had his arms crossed, shoulders tense, and jaw clenched as he stared down at the controls like he always did before his flights.

“When is he not in a bad mood?” the other attendant, Ava, scoffed, patting down her uniform.

They both immediately went silent as the man in question stepped out of the cockpit, his black pilot jacket open to reveal his crisp white shirt, his tie slightly loosened like he had half-assed putting it on.

His cold blue eyes scanned the cabin—sharp and dangerous. 

One of the flight attendants, John, was down the row helping a passenger put their bag up. Poor Walker nearly dropped the luggage when Bucky shot him a judgmental glare, muttering under his breath.

“Incompetent,” Bucky said, shaking his head. “This plane’s never leaving the gate.”

Ava and Yelena gave each other a look—fear and the same desperate thought they didn’t say out loud. 

Please, let this be a short flight. 

But before either of them could retreat, the sound of rolling luggage wheels and soft footsteps on the carpet drifted up the aisle.

Bucky turned his head toward the sound instinctively, and just like that, his entire demeanor shifted before anyone could blink. His shoulders relaxed instantly, arms uncrossing as he turned towards the door.

And there you were—his wife—standing in the frame of the open cabin door, a bag slung over one shoulder, your smile warm and bright despite the early hour. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” your voice came out soft and gentle.

The scariest captain in the fleet nearly tripped over his own feet as he stepped forward to reach you. 

“Hey, doll,” he said just as softly, tilting his head down to press a kiss to your temple, not even caring that the whole crew was staring.

Everyone did a double take, their eyes wide as they watched Bucky brush a strand of hair away from your cheek and tuck it behind your ear. He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your hair.

“I didn’t know you were on this flight, baby,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple as his arm snaked around your waist. “You missed me that much?”

Bucky didn’t even look back at the open-mouthed crew as he pulled you close against him—like you were a fragile little thing and he only trusted himself to hold you. 

“Of course I did,” you said softly as you nuzzled against him. 

He let out a quiet chuckle, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered. He spoke even softer, the crew barely making out the words. Something like “Long morning?” he asked, and you hummed, resting your head briefly on his shoulder despite the sharp line of his crisp uniform.

One of the attendants gasped. 

If someone so much as brushed against Bucky’s shirt, he would have scolded them alive for wrinkling it.

“Did you eat?” Bucky asked, already steering you toward an empty row at the front of first class. “I told you I’d bring you breakfast.”

You waved him off with a sleepy grin. “You did, but I wanted to be with you. Besides, I brought my own snacks.”

He huffed out something that might’ve been a laugh. 

But Captain Barnes? 

Laughing? 

Bucky turned to the nearest flight attendant, his eyes flicking down to the name tag because he couldn’t be bothered to remember the new hire’s name.

“Bob. Could you get my wife some tea? Chamomile, if you’ve got it.”

He didn’t say please, but the polite tone was clear enough to indicate it—because this was Bucky asking. Not ordering.

“Y-yes, Captain,” Bob sprinted to the galley—practically stumbling over his own feet. 

You settled into the seat Bucky guided you to, and he grabbed your bag, stowing it in the overhead bin in one smooth and easy motion.

“You comfortable?” he asked, voice low and soft, like you two were the only people on the plane.

“I’m perfect, James. Go fly your plane,” you chuckled softly, buckling your seatbelt in. 

Bucky chuckled too, bending down as he leaned in closer, feeling your giggle warm against his lips. “Not until you kiss me.”

Somewhere behind him, the co-pilot cleared his throat loudly. “Captain, we do have a schedule…”

Bucky shot him a look that could have crashed the plane on its own. But you just laughed, tugging him closer by his already messed up tie and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his mouth. When you pulled away, Bucky was the one smiling, the faintest shade of pink brushing the tips of his ears.

He stood and turned to the crew, all of whom had suddenly found very interesting things to look at on their clipboards.

“Take care of her,” Bucky announced, voice back to that demanding cold steel.  “She’s the only thing on this plane I care about more than getting you all there safe.”

“Haha,” Bob let out a nervous chuckle and clapped awkwardly. “Captain Barnes—you’re so funny.” 

Yelena leaned in, giving him a warning look. “He’s not joking, Bob.”

Bucky looked back at you one last time, all warmth again. Soft eyes, softer smile as he brushed his knuckles along your jaw. “Call me if you need anything. Anything, babydoll. Okay?”

You gave him a reassuring smile, taking his hand and pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles. “Go on, Captain. And don’t crash.”

Bucky let out a soft snort and pressed one last kiss to your head before heading back to the cockpit. Once he disappeared behind the door, the cabin came back to life. Boarding announcements echoed overhead, the sounds of carry-ons ruffled through the overhead bins, and passengers settled in for the flight.

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The crew kept stealing glances at you. 

“Thank God Mrs. Barnes is here,” Ava muttered, peeking her head out to watch you. “Makes our work day so much easier.”

Yelena snorted. “Yeah, right. Captain Barnes will be on our asses, telling us to check on her every five seconds.”

Ava shrugged. “I don’t mind. It keeps the Captain happy,” she added, glancing at you again, “and she’s the nicer Barnes.”

The seat belt sign blinked off, and passengers were already dozing off or flipping through in-flight movies.

Yelena perked up at the sound. She nudged Bob gently in the elbow. “That’s our cue,” she said, nodding her head toward you. “Go check in with her if you want to get on Captain Barnes’ good side.”

Bob stood up straight and nodded eagerly. He slipped down the aisle and stopped by your seat. “Mrs. Barnes?” he asked sheepishly. “Can I get you anything? More tea? A snack?”

You lowered the book you were reading and gave him a soft, easy smile. “I’m okay, thank you, Bob. You’re all taking such good care of me already.”

Bob’s shoulders dropped in relief. “We’re just doing our jobs, ma’am…” 

“You can call me by my first name, you know,” you laughed, warm and gentle. “No one has to ‘ma’am’ me.”

Bob jumped at the sound of Captain Barnes’ muffled voice through the crew interphone. He scrambled to grab the handset hanging by the galley door, nearly dropping it as he pressed it to his ear.

“Bob. Is everything alright up front?” 

“Y-Yes, Captain!”

Bob stammered, voice squeaking a little too loud.

“All good up here. Mrs. Barnes is comfortable and doesn’t need anything right now.”

There was a brief, tense pause on the line. Then Bucky’s voice came low and extremely protective. 

“Good. Keep it that way.” 

Bob swallowed hard, glancing back at you with a nervous smile.

“Of course, Captain. Will do.” 

He carefully placed the handset back in its cradle, then he wiped his clammy hands on his pants. 

Ava peeked around the corner, fighting back a grin.

“Careful, Bob. If she’s not satisfied, he’ll toss you out at 30,000 feet. Here,” she grabbed a tray of snacks, “watch and learn.” 

You barely had time to open your book again before Ava appeared beside you with a warm smile and a tray balanced on her palm.

“Mrs. Barnes,” she smiled warmly, “I know you brought your own, but I also brought you some extra snacks just in case. I didn’t know what you liked, so… I just brought a bit of everything.”

Meanwhile, Yelena was fighting back a chuckle as she and Bob watched at a distance. 

You glanced at the neat rows of crackers, fruit, cookies, and a tiny bowl of mixed nuts. “Oh, Ava, that’s so sweet. You didn’t have to do all that!”

Ava’s eyes darted to the cockpit door and back again. “It’s really no trouble at all,” she said quickly. “If you want anything else, just ring the call button. Or don’t.  We’ll check on you anyway.”

You laughed softly and took a cookie from the tray. “Thank you. You’re all spoiling me.”

Before Ava could answer, a ding rang from the intercom by the galley. Yelena grabbed the handset, pressing it to her ear.

“Flight deck.” 

“Yelena. My wife, how is she?” 

Yelena rolled her eyes, but forced her voice to sound chirpy.

"Yes, Captain. She's fine. She's having a snack right now."

"Perfect. What is she having? Chamo—"

"Yes, Chamomile. She likes the cookies, too. Alright, Captain. Yes, Captain. Goodbye, Captain."

She hung up the phone and turned to Ava with a dramatic sigh. “That’s the third time in an hour. I’m really about to tell him to come check himself if he’s so worried.”

“Does he really call that much?” you asked, half-embarrassed. “I’m sorry if it’s such an inconvenience to you guys—” 

Yelena grinned, shaking her head. “Not at all. The big scary Captain turns into a golden retriever if you’re here. So even though he’s pestering us every ten seconds, it’s actually a good day for the crew.” 

Bob appeared next to you, offering a warm towel in his hands like it was gold. “I brought you a hot towel, Mrs. Barnes,” he said shyly. 

“Oh, Bob, thank you,” you said, taking it and gently pressing it to your face. “You’re all too kind, really.”

Before they could scatter back to work, the intercom crackled again. Yelena snatched the handset before Bob could fumble it again. 

“Captain, again? She’s fine—she’s using the hot towel Bob gave her. Yes, Bob. The new one. He’s doing fine, Captain. Yes, she’s smiling. Okay. Okay. Bye, Captain.”

She slammed the handset back into the cradle and gave you a look. “If he calls one more time, I’m throwing this stupid headset out the window.” 

Ava leaned closer, whispering. “He wants you in the cockpit, you know. If you aren’t in his line of sight, he’ll go crazy.” 

You laughed, trying to hide your grin behind your hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in line when we land.”

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The landing was smooth—smoother than usual, according to Yelena, who nudged Ava and whispered, “He only flies this soft when she’s on board.”

Passengers were already filing out, and when you finally reached the front of the plane, your bag slung over your shoulder, Bucky immediately bolted to you and pulled you into him. One big hand cradled the back of your head as he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, a kiss that went on way too long for it to be considered appropriate in a workplace.

Behind him, the flight attendants froze mid-task. Bob nearly dropped a stack of folded blankets. Ava turned away dramatically, pretending to check the overhead bins. Yelena made a gagging sound that she didn’t bother to hide.

Bucky pulled back slightly to brush his nose against yours. “Did they take good care of you, doll?” he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek.

You giggled softly, your hands resting in the front of his uniform shirt.

“They did. They were perfect. Almost as good as you.”

He huffed a quiet laugh against your lips.

“Almost? Don't worry. I'll show you how good I can take care of you tonight,” he leaned in and kissed you again, this time more possessively, his hands cupping your jaw. "You ready to go home, sweetheart?"

At a distance, Bob whispered to Yelena, “Should we… clap or something?”

Yelena elbowed him. “Don’t you dare. Just… get your bag and let's get the hell out of here.”

And as the crew bustled around you, rolling their eyes or pretending not to peek, Bucky pressed one last kiss to your temple, and despite him being exhausted from his long day, he took your bag off your shoulder without asking and slung it over his own. He laced his fingers through yours, ignoring the way the crew pretended to gag behind him.

“Alright, Mrs. Barnes,” he said softly. “Let’s get you home.”

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Breaker box boys

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Each one of her fics is filled with care, love, and a scenes that leave you gasping !!

manchild — the masterlist

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader. series synopsis. in which, after a series of misfortunate dates, you fall in love with your infuriating roommate. series warnings. no use of y/n, frenemies to lovers, roommate!bucky, baker!bucky, jealousy, pining, bickering + banter, attachment issues, miscommunication, angst, fluff, & smut, each part has its own additional list of warnings! total wordcount. 26k hyde's input. i figured she needed her own masterlist <3

the og + main storyline.

★ ─ manchild﹙16.3k﹚

bucky can't help but wonder why they always come running to you,, or your living fossil of a roommate disapproves of your taste in men and its totally not because he wants a taste of you.

★ ─ want you to name it, i do﹙upcoming/wip﹚

on a trip down south, tensions come to ahead as you and bucky are forced to finally ask "what are we?" or, the psychological torture of bucky barnes being forced to watch sam wilson set you up with his new protege: joaquin torres.

clips of the couple.

★ ─ signs in the silence﹙2.7k﹚

fighting off sleep to scrape a little more time together, you interrogate bucky and find out all the things sam told him about you.

★ ─ wine, dine, whine ﹙3.6k﹚

bucky's plans go to shit on the night of your birthday. yet, beneath city lights and raining skies, he learns how little you require to have a good time. it turns out, all you need is bucky's strong arms.

footnotes.

★ ─ manchild!bucky gets a motorbike﹙1.1k﹚ ★ ─ manchild!bucky is obsessed with physical touch﹙900﹚ ★ ─ riding manchild!bucky﹙927﹚ ★ ─ the first "i love you"﹙428﹚

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more from the animation attempt vault

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THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier.

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As transfem Garroth's biggest soldier, I had to

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Have been playing 'date everything' and these two have such a hard grip on me that I might explode 😔⚡️🩷

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I love dating everything and the concepts and designs of it all but there is a huge problem im starting to notice.

STOP MISGENDERING THE THEY/THEMS.

ESPECIALLY if you don’t like them. yall are WAY too comfortable doing it whether it be online or IRL to non-binarys or to trans people. just because yall dont like rebel or lux doesn’t mean you have to misgender them. even if you didn’t, ONE LOOK AT THE DATE-A-DEX OR ON THE WIKI OR HELL IN THE GAME ITSELF TELLS YOU THEY USE THEY/THEM PRONOUNS. I don’t see yall misgendering mac??? but its because their a fan favorite.

if you’re gonna write smut, if you wanna change their genitals or give them genitals make them AFAB or AMAB (seen someone do this for mac smut and if they can do that so can you. its not that fucking hard) don’t change their pronouns just to fit the fic cuz that feels weird AND disrespectful. if you just skipped dialogue with rebel or something im letting you off A TINY BIT. but regardless of that, the game tells you time and time again of a characters pronouns when you’re first introduced to them or when you talk them.

MORAL OF THE STORY: stop being comfortable misgendering characters you don’t like whether by accident or on purpose cause that just makes you just as bad of a person.

and before y’all argue with me saying the game devs wouldn’t care or the cast wouldn’t care: they wouldn’t be this inclusive if they didn’t give a damn.

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AWW thank youu!! As always 💟

@robbingcats lucky lucky your the only moot i have in mind sooo :3

platonic love exists... tell all ur friends u love them!!!!!!

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nooo don’t go down for maintenance ur so sexy aha