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Good People (Platonic)

Summary: While in the Wasteland, running on nothing but fumes and even less hope, you meet someone. Someone who might just be the one thing you need in a place like this: a friend.

Note: This is shorter than my usual stuff (both in terms of words, probably, and also just in terms of content - more so a scene than anything else; maybe a series of short scenes showing Lucy's arc if you guys want and how her friendship with Y/N develops?) Let me know in an ask!

You were a survivor. You had been since the moment you were born, but you weren't sure how much longer that was going to last.

Your day hadn't started off good, you see. You were running out of water and had passed out earlier due to some kind of infection - no idea what it was or who/what it was from, you had come across a lot of beings and things in your travels - and some guy had thought you were dead and even pissed on you just in case. Was not refreshing, or nice.

You had fought him off, tackling him to the floor and punching him quite a few times. You didn't kill him, however. You just left him be after that.

An odd fellow with a briefcase who promise you everything you could ever want passed you by. He gave you something that gave you a boost. You had no caps, so the only piece of fluid you had left on you - your water container - was given to him in exchange for this item.

So, now you were even more screwed then before.

The man even seemed to somewhat pity you, but he still left.

You find an abandoned bus. It's been picked, recently or otherwise doesn't really matter, picked clean is picked clean. Or, well, as clean as you can get within the apocalypse.

"Hello?" a voice says. You spin around, reaching for a weapon you don't have as you lost it in the scuffle before, and so instead duck down - hitting your head on one of the seats.

You hear the person outside cringe.

"Sorry," she says, earnestly to your shock, "that sounded like it hurt."

"...It did," you find yourself saying in reply, but still keep your head done.

"Sorry," she says, again, "it's ok," she assures you, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

You peak your head up. The first thing you notice, is how clean she looks. She gives you a bright smile.

"Hi," she says, enthusiastically.

You just blink at her.

"It's ok," she assures again, "my weapon is away. I just - I just wanna talk. I'm a bit lost out here give, you know, everything is mainly just sand."

You guess that's fair. So, against your better judgment, you make your way to the stairs at the bus, and sit down. The woman sits down, letting out a sigh, glad to be able to rest for a moment.

She stretches. You adjust your neck. You must've slept funny.

"I'm Lucy," she says, holding out a hand to you.

"Y/N," you say, shaking her hand. Feels weird, being this open with someone.

"Y/N," she says, "that's a nice name. I never knew someone called Y/N before."

You're about to ask her why, when you see what she's wearing.

You whistle, or as best you can with a dry throat, it's croaky but the idea comes through, "you one of them Vault Dwellers?"

"I am," she says, and you're unsure if it's a proud statement or not, "but, I do also recognise my privilege for being one."

You hum, "how you finding up here?"

"Hot," she says, "we have air conditioning in the vaults. So, it's weird not being able to just turn down the temperature."

You chuckle. She smiles.

"Thank you for not trying to kill me."

You gesture to yourself, "don't exactly have anything to do that with, you know? Besides, you're not a bad person. I've met some bad people, you ain't one of them."

"Thank you. I knew there were good people out here."

You shrug, "I don't think I'm exactly 'good', but I've known worse."

"Well, I'm glad I've run into you. You're alot nicer than the previous man I met."

"Yeah, there'll be people like that..." you pause, then ask the question on your mind, "what brings you top side, Lucy?"

"Oh," there's a hint of hope, mixed with sadness in her eyes while she answers, "I'm looking for my dad. Some horrible woman called Moldaver took him. She steals dads."

You may internally find that last part funny, but you find yourself saying 'I'm sorry' to her about her plight. She thanks you once again.

"You're not crazy like that other man."

She's blunt, you'll give her that.

"I can be," you don't quite know why you're insulted by it.

She cocks her head to the side, "I'm good at reading people," you aren’t sure on that one, but you don't say anything, "and you're not like that previous man."

"What'd he do?"

"Drank most of my water. You ever met anyone like that?"

"Guy pissed on me this morning. Another stole my canteen."

"Oh..." Lucy says. You nod, expecting this to be the end of your conversion, but then she reaches behind herself for something. Instinct makes you freeze, but she just gives you a reassuring smile once again, and holds something out to you.

Her own canteen.

You look at her, doubt, confusion, and thanks all in your eyes at once.

"Take it," she insists, shaking it a little to tell you that there is still water inside it, "I mean it."

"But, that other man --"

"He's greedy. You aren't. And, judging by your lips, rough voice, inability to whistle, and slight grovel to your voice, and the way you hold yourself," perceptive too, "you need this more than I do."

"You sure?" she nods. Hesitantly, looking from her to the canteen as you reach out - her leaning forward to help you with your lack of energy due to dehydration and all - you grab it. It's not harsh, you don't rip it out of her grasp. Your actions are slow, deliberate.

You open it, and lift it up to your mouth, letting a few water droplets hit it.

You close it and give it back to her. But she pushes it to you again. This goes on a few more times.

"I meant what I said," she says, "take it."

You look around at the desert, "next water well won't be for a while."

She shrugs, "there's a town nearby. There should be some there. But, either way, you need this a lot more than I do."

You drink the rest of it. And, you feel ok. Not great, but better.

You cough a bit. Both due to whatever illness you have, and just from the water and how fast you drank it.

"That's a bad cough," she notes, taking the canteen back.

"Ah, it's nothing," you say, waving her off. Had worse infections.

You stand up, and she holds her hands out in case you fall. You put a hand up, telling her you're ok.

"Well," you say, "thank you for that, and the talk. Good people are few and far between. Best of luck --"

"Hey, wait!" she calls out as you start to walk away, "wait, please. Maybe - maybe you can help me."

"I ain't exactly much help given the lack of weapons, strength, and my illness."

She frowns, "well, once we find my dad, we can go back to my vault, we have doctors there who can help you and give you a good meal!"

She's preppy, but soon that softens in her eyes, "please...I can stop people from...urinating on you."

You snort at her disgust of the language. She has a lot to learn. Social ettiquite may exist in some places in the wasteland, but not everywhere.

"Well, when you put it like that..." you say, before smiling. She beams at you.

"Okey Dokey!" she exclaims.

"Okey Dokey!" you find yourself saying in kind, not mocking for once - you and your mouth had gotten you into trouble before, it was nice to not have some agenda with it this time. To let your guard down.

"Have you ever been to Filly before?" she asks you as you walk side by side. Though, she slows up a bit as you try and both get your strength back and keep your remaining bit.

"Once or twice when passing through," you say.

"Alrighty then," she says, glad to not be going in completely blind, "'this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'" she says to you, clearly quoting something, based on her voice. You look at her confused.

"I'll show you the film when we're back at the vault," she says, before you continue on your way.

It's good to meet someone who didn't want to kill you on sight or extort you or something.

It was nice to not be alone anymore.

Lucy feels the same way. She has a sort of guide now. A friend.

An actual friend from the outside.

She's glad.

And, little did she know how right she'd be. It would be a friendship that would stand the test of time and everything in between.

Lucy had just met her best friend.

You had met yours.

Even if you both didn't know just how dark and dangerous the road ahead would get...

#fallout #lucy fallout #lucy maclean #Lucy Maclean imagine #lucy maclean fallout #lucy maclean x reader

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 days

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platforming palestinian joy is just as important as sharing the suffering they're enduring during this genocide. despite continued displacement and bombardment, you cannot steal their joy and spirit. happy birthday to this sweet baby 🖤🇵🇸 may they grow up to see a free palestine

edit: @saffronlesbian made a video description for this post!!

[vd: a screen recording of a tweet from the 20th of April 2024 with 2.5 million views, from Ruhi @/ruhi_hi. the caption reads, "This video of this little Palestinian angel celebrating his bday in a refugee camp" followed by three emoji of a smiling face with teary eyes. the video clip is 11 seconds long and shows a one-year-old baby seated on the sandy ground, smiling hugely and clapping his hands while people sing to him from offscreen and a large cake is placed in front of him. stuck into the top of the cake is a decoration that reads "happy birthday" in english. the video has the tiktok handle @/ibrahim.jamal99 visible in it. /end vd.]

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 days

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ELLA PURNELL as LUCY MACLEAN in Fallout • S01E05-08

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 days

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#Fifteen has such a sunshine vibe and glass half full personality!

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"why can't they just be friends" not in the homophobic way but in the "their platonic relationship in the source material is far more dynamic and complex than the sanitized personalities they gain as a result of shipping" way

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 days

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Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 days

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‼️🇵🇸 An activist, who destroyed multiple engine parts of the jets Israel uses, has been released!

🔸 Source: pal_action

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jamiedc-they-them · 7 days

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I finished it!

So, I started the fallout show (on episode 3) and I may open requests to it if anyone wants to send anything PLATONIC in?

Probably keep it to just Lucy, The Ghoul, Maximus, and Dane (NB rep for win but why Brotherhood of Steel frfr?) for now.

#lucy mclean #lucy mclean x reader #lucy mclean imagine #dane x reader #dane imagine #maximus x reader #platonic reader #maximus fallout #dane fallout #fallout

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jamiedc-they-them · 8 days

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"You Deserve Nice Things"

A friend told me that this week. And my brain short-circuited. I flashed back to all the things that I heard growing up, all the shortcomings, all the mistakes, all the insufficiencies.

Understanding a phrase and internalizing it are two entirely different things.

I cognitively understand that as a generally decent human who tries her best to share love and kindness with those around her, it's not a bad thing to occasionally welcome something nice into my life.

But seeking it is an entirely different thing. Wanting nice things I can somewhat handle. But to go out there and wrap my hands around something nice I fancy and make it mine?

That's where my brain short circuits and I'm a child, again, hearing that I am selfish and weak and all the things I crafted into the core of my being.

I'm selfish. I'm asking too much. I'm inconsiderate. Why should a child need help with their homework? Rachel, at age 9, you really shouldn't need any help at all! What's wrong with you?

So, I take a deep breath when someone says something like, "You deserve nice things" and I try to believe it. Because the scripts written in our youth are the hardest ones to rewrite.

It’s not the simple act of erasure and replacement, but a constant white-out that doesn’t take and needs another layer, and another, and another.

Why share all this? Because, I know I’m not the only one out here rewriting scripts, reprogramming the bits and pieces that were set by those we were supposed to trust who ended up feeding our deepest insecurities until they defined us.

You, love, are not defined by your past.

You are not defined by what happened to you.

You are not defined by someone else’s version of you.

I know how hard it is to rewrite those scripts, but you are not alone. We’re doing this together. Each of us taking those old lines and rubbing them out, layering over them, replacing them over and over until maybe we start to believe the good instead of the bad.

Maybe we’ll start to listen more to our voices instead of others’. And maybe... maybe... we’ll live life a little more alive.

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jamiedc-they-them · 8 days

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Reflection on Past and Future (Platonic) (OC: Marle Skywalker)

Summary: The war is over - at least now now, and Marle actually has a moment to think about things. The future, especially, being something that they never thought about before. Rey, meanwhile, fears looking backwards.

Post TROS lil fic with Rey and my OC Marle both struggling to process everything that happened over the ST, and attempting to find some way through.

Marle had meditated before. It helped calm them during the moments where the war and life and their mind all got too much, and jumbled all together into one giant mess. Despite not being force sensitive - or, at least, not enough to fully tap into it, if what Poe said about the force and how it flows through all things meaning that everyone had it to varying degrees - Rey still helped them meditate. It, usually, helped. Didn’t do the trick all the time, but either way they were in a less stressed state than they were before the activity.

This moment in time however, was different. There was no war. Not anymore. Instead, there was the beginnings of peace - or some kind of it anyway. The First Order were down (even if cells of it always survived; that was one of the things Finn had said they needed to watch out for, how those cells could grow into something bigger.) and the Emperor had been destroyed by himself. The Jedi survived, even with Rey creating new things for it. Continuing the legacy, but also building on it to make sure another Anakin Skywalker ever happened again - in all senses; chosen one and all.

That was the problem to Marle, there was no action. Only stillness. On Jakku, stillness was never completely allowed. There were always creeks in the distance of Star Destroyers; always the sounds of winds hallowing; sometimes even screams in the night or blaster fire to match it. Despite the planet being almost barren to the eye, it wasn’t.

Marle had learned from a young age to never fully let your guard down. To always be ready. Prepared at the drop of a hat to spring into action.

That wouldn’t be happening for a while, or maybe even ever again.

They didn’t really know how to process it. Marle was glad, don’t get them wrong. Victory was what they wanted, both for them and their family - but also for the galaxy at large. For people to be able to make choices and be themselves with no real fear.

Marle’s fears, however, never left them.

They knew it wouldn’t be an instant thing. The trauma they went through of the past year wouldn’t just go at the click of some fingers - though the pained look Rey sometimes gave them made her wish there could be such a thing. They all had to process it their own ways. Rey trained a lot, meditated, then spoke to someone. Poe and Rose especially did that a lot with the same person, just at different times. Finn was slowly opening up to that idea. He, himself, starting to do that as well with captured First Order people, and other Resistance fighters. He was a natural at it. A kind soul. Marle smiled at the thought of their brother.

That smile soon dropped when it came back to themselves. They were meditating too. Why wasn’t it working?

“Marle?” A gentle voice asked. Marle looked up. Rey had come for them. She didn’t look worried. Her features were more relaxed. She had a small smile on her face as she looked at them. Marle mirrored it with a small one of their own. Rey’s one dimmed a bit.

One thing about being in each other’s lives for so long and in desperate situations of life and death? They could see what other people couldn’t: the true emotion of the other.

“What’s wrong?” The older sister asked. While reading people wasn’t always the younger Skywalker’s best quality, Rey’s soft tone continuing seemed to say that it was ok if they didn’t want to say for now.

When Rey didn’t receive an answer, she instead sat down, legs crossed like Marle had done. Marle shut their eyes again, but Rey kept her’s open.

Some silence went by, but Rey still felt the disturbance within her sibling. Something wasn’t sitting right with them. She always knew that sisterly instinct within her wanted to solve it. But, she also knew that Marle would want a chance to do it themselves. They weren’t different people persay now, but - Rey especially - instead saw different sides to each other. Their appreciation for each other had grown deeper, as well as their understanding of the other. Rey seeing Marle’s ability to adapt and keep fighting; Marle seeing how far Rey fully goes for those she loves, alongside letting her walls down with other people and letting herself love others and be loved. Those sides were always there, this…journey was what brought it out of them. Both were thankful for that part of it, at least.

“How did you do it?” Marle asked. Rey felt, and even saw by their stance alone, something shift within them.

“How did I do what, sorry?” She watched her sibling carefully here, trying to detect anymore shifts as they opened up.

They opened their eyes again, a sigh leaving them. Not one of frustration at Rey, but more so one about their own inability to describe it.

“How did you get better?”

While Rey appreciated the bluntness, it did also take her back a bit.

“I don’t think I am. Not fully, anyway.”

“Oh…”

“I - I think I’m better than I was then, for sure,” Rey said, hoping that these were the magic words she needed to get things back on a more positive track.

“But like…how did you know that?”

“Well,” Rey repositioned herself slightly, getting more comfortable as she took a moment to genuinely think about it - the whole process was new to her; and, according to the person she was talking to, there was a lot to process.

“To be honest,” she continued, “it felt like a weight being lifted. A metaphorical one, but a weight nonetheless. I asked Poe about that feeling too, if that helps.”

Marle smiled a bit. Siblings in a lot of ways it seemed, and not fully knowing how to cope was one of those things apparently.

“Do you think I ever will get to be like that?”

Rey’s heart clenched. Marle saw the internal flinch, and their eyes softened.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t,” Rey was firmer with tone this time, “don’t be sorry. It’s a question that is on your mind and — has it been for a long time?”

Marle nodded. Rey did too, even if it were slower and more weighted.

“Everyone has different timelines with it and —“

Marle stood up, and looked to the water on Ajan Kloss. The jungle took their breath away at first, then the water did for real. For Marle, it was too much for them. They flinched at it all of the way. They couldn’t go very far in, but no one blamed them for it.

Rey stood up, and moved next to Marle.

“Marle it…there’s no one way to this. Some things work for some people, but some things don’t for everyone. But, there will be a day when —“

“I don’t like that saying. I don’t…I don’t know how long I can hold on for.”

Rey found herself speechless. Marle’s eyes continued to bore into the water, but there was a vulnerability now at the surface. She’d seem to find it in spades what was going through her sibling’s head. Nothing nice. But now, it seemed, with all the time they all had now after the war, everything was hitting Marle at once.

Rey seemed more controlled with it. To be truthful, the only reason she was, was because of the rest of her family - how they all huddled around each other and kept an extra eye out.

Marle didn’t join them as much, she noted at the time. They didn’t completely close off, but they were around less so much that it became noticeable.

Rey shuddered. Feeling those emotions hit her as well. The confusion, malice of the self, the worry of the wait for it to all get better - but also the worry on the how it would improve and whether it ever would.

She knew every Jedi had doubts in themselves, the force, pretty much anything - it was a vary natural thing to do. Doubts were always going to crop up. Especially after events like what the Siblings of the Sand had gone through in such a short amount of time. So short that they didn’t ever fully get a chance to slow down.

They had that now, but Rey seemed more adjusted to it than Marle.

Marle looked at the water. The memory was still there, the feelings still somewhat raw whenever they thought about it. But maybe…maybe they could go a little deeper next time. Maybe if they sought out their friends instead of the other way around. Rey was trying. They all were. Marle appreciated that, even if the voice in their head and the inability to adapt to this shifting situation lingered.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Marle looked to her, bewildered, “why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t - I didn’t act fast enough.”

“I’m not angry at you.”

“…I would be.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t do my job.”

“Your ‘job’?” There was a slight bit of hurt to the younger sibling’s voice.

“I’m your sister. Your sibling. Your friend. Whichever way we want to say it, I care about you, and I failed in being there for you. I’m sorry about that.”

“I guess I failed too, then. I didn’t really help you either. Especially after you…passed.”

It had been the first time it had been spoken about between them. For once, Rey didn’t instantly jump in. Neither did Marle. They both processed what was just said.

“You didn’t fail me,” Rey decided on.

“Then how can you say that you failed me?”

Fair point. The feelings stayed, however.

Marle sighed, then slightly chuckled, “I think this is the first time we’ve actually spoken to each other.”

Rey nodded, “I’m glad we are now. I just…I just don’t like that I took us so long.”

Marle shrugged, “we never really had any experience with it.”

Rey snorted. That was true.

“I’m glad we’re trying to,” she nudged them slightly. They nudged her back.

“When do you leave to start building the order again?”

“A few months,” she said, “still preparing.”

“Are you scared?”

“Terrified. What if - what if I fail them?”

Marle looked to Rey with a soft look. They put a hand on her arm, “you haven’t failed me,” they said, “you’re a good person, Rey. The darkness calls to you, as it would all of us —“

“But what I came from, Mar…I’m glad I have my actually family still here,” she said, putting a hand on their’s, “but…I don’t know. Sometimes my blood scares me. What it can do. What I can do. What I could do.”

“You aren’t your blood.”

“But I feel like at any moment…maybe I could be. Maybe it could all go wrong in a moment of anger —“ Rey took a shuddering breath. She blinked a few times, the tears still being there unfortunately.

Marle took their own breath, hugging Rey instead as they looked to the lake.

“We’re not doing so good, are we?”

“We’ve been better,” Rey laughed, running her fingers through Marle’s hair.

When she looked at that binary sunset and declared the name of her true family, she meant it. She always will. She’s a Skywalker, not a Palpatine. Blood meant less and less to her each day. But still, there was a part of her gnawing at her. A rage at the world for all it had done to herself and Marle. She overcame it with Palpatine. She did. But she hated that it was still there. That it hadn’t fully left her.

She supposed, in some way, just as those feelings of inadequacy and self hatred continued to bubble in Marle, despite the efforts of the others and the impact they had each had on the younger individual.

She let herself go lax, weight leaving her once again. She let herself see that the battles never ended. Apart of that drove her mad, another part made her look down at her younger sibling, seeing them looking to the water with a mixed look.

“Maybe —“ she sniffled, “maybe we just…maybe we just take it one step at a time. You and me, yeah? Both together and separate.”

Marle nodded, “I can try that…” they’re hiccuped, “I can try that.”

“That’s all any of us can ask.”

Marle hugged Rey tighter, “you’re a good person, Rey Skywalker.”

“And you, Marle Skywalker,” she pushed them back slightly, making sure they met eyes, “are someone who deserves all the space to understand your emotions and move in your own time. You understand me?”

They nodded. Rey mirrored it.

It wasn’t perfect. It was some sort of start, however. An acknowledgment. They weren’t fully ok. Still not fully fine with all the bad things that happened. Maybe they never fully would be. Maybe those scars would never fully heal.

That was ok. Well, not ok, but at least understandable.

They didn’t have to bare it alone, however. They had each other, the siblings of the sand; but also the new people added to that family. The people of the resistance and the Jedi.

They had to look back at some times to move forward; and also look back to see how far forward they had come.

It was an odd push and pull. Maybe they’d never fully master it. But they could try. They could do that at least.

That was all anyone could do.

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jamiedc-they-them · 8 days

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community gang x reader / britta x reader

(platonic)

ask: Hey! Could I maybe request a part 2 for the britta sibling hcs where reader bonds with the group and they each help reader with their depression and Britta too of course! Sorry if a slight retread! I just love how you write britta and R!

(Part one to this is here)

- Abed is definitely the kind of friend to sit with you when you’re struggling. He’s not the one to drag you outside, or force you to drink more water. He just shows up and Britta lets him in and you guys sit on your bed and watch the show that Abed knows will make you feel a little bit better. He offers up bits of trivia to make sure you don’t zone out and even gets you to split a pack of noodles with him.

- Whenever you’re with the group and feeling down, Shirley has a habit of pulling you aside to ask if you’re okay. It’s a little embarrassing because she’s not super subtle, but you appreciate how quickly she always clocks it. She hugs you like a mom and holds your hand like a sister, and tells you that you’re gonna be alright.

- When she pulls you aside, Britta usually does something stupid to distract the group a bit while you guys talk, so you’re not too embarrassed.

- Troy is a higher-energy companion. He likes to be the one who comes over in the middle of the night and makes you guys laugh so hard you wake Britta up and she comes in but instead of being upset she just suggests you all order delivery and you stay up half the night bent over laughing with the both of them.

- Annie is definitely more solution based, and I love her for it. She brings an extra water bottle for you because she knows you don’t drink enough. She has granola bars and fruit snacks in her purse that she pretends are for everyone, but you know they’re just for you. She also for sure helps you clean your room when it gets too overwhelming, with no judgement and no snide comments, just trash bags and a laundry basket and a Sunday where she has no plans.

- Jeff pretends like he doesn’t care, but not even he is buying it. One time when you were sitting in on a study sesh, you get a text from him that just says ‘You good?’ and one time when you said ‘Yeah’ he says ‘Meet me @ water fountain in two mins’ and when you get there, he crosses his arms and stares until you sigh and your voice breaks and your eyes get watery. His face falls and he starts backtracking, “Wait, don’t do that.” and when you start sniffling he sighs reluctantly and in an effort to stop the tears, offers up his arms. When you hug him tightly, he pats you semi-awkwardly on the head, not quite sure what he’s supposed to do now.

- After a minute, you scurry away in an embarrassed rush. But after that, he’s gentler with you. He never asks straight up, but he texts versions of ‘Holding up?’ more and more often. Britta warned you one night that you really shouldn’t tell anyone else about him caring, because he will resort to blackmail.

- Every once in a while, when Britta realizes it’s getting bad, she comes home with a box cake mix and the snacks you guys loved as little kids. It’s always enough to get you out of bed, and you guys spend the evening ‘cooking’ as best you can and eating snacks and face-timing the study group so they can see your creation. The selfie of both of you with frosting on your faces is your wallaper for a long time.

#reblog #x reader #community x reader #britta x reader #britta perry #abed nadir #troy barnes #jeff winger #annie edison

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