#“dr bright fans dni”

[evanwevand]

Remembering that one time when a very anti bright person liked and reblogged with super excited tags my Mann art, it was hilarious as shit

[wyvolf]

remember those scratch pads where it becomes rainbow? I do. Feat. Bright!!

// update: I no longer use Dr. Bright (or Mikell), his author AdminBright/Michael Peters is a nonce (aka pedophile groomer freak). You cannot separate this art (Bright) piece from the creator (AdminBright)

[neysaadept]

heyyyy,

I LOVE your Emily fics and only just saw you’re taking requests!! Congrats on the followers.💗 I was wondering if you could do an Emily/Reader fic maybe with the prompts “they didn’t deserve you” and “why are you doing this”, (early days in the relationship) where it’s Christmas time and Emily mentions in passing how she always spends Christmas alone cause it’s too much to go to her parents and reader decides to surprise her by making dinner and bringing it to her on Christmas Day! Emily is confused because she’s never had this kind of care or treatment and reader says she deserves it ( maybe first time saying ily?)

anyways just an idea and NO pressure if it’s stupid lmao! Ily

thanks

Please let me know what you think of this. It got really carried away and I really hope you liked what I did with this. *hides*

Take a Chance

Emily Prentiss x Female Nurse!Reader

Tags - No use of Y/N, swearing, angst, fluff, meet cute, first Christmas. Minors DNI

Summary - Please refer to the ask for summary!

AO3

Word Count: 4.4k

As a nurse, you had few rules for who were out of bounds in dating. Doctors are a big hell no. Yes, it seems romantic and dreamy to fall for some sexy, brilliant, doctor but there is too much overlapping and fucked up hours to connect that things can fizzle out so quickly once you realize there is no compatibility. And god forbid you end up having to work with one another? So, so awkward after a breakup.

And yes, you’ve been there and done that. Never, ever, again. You moved out of ICU to have less contact with the intensivist, Dr. Vanessa Hyland, and the ER has been headhunting you for a while now. You took the opportunity and ran. It is a change of pace, but it had the same adrenaline vice that you crave working and triaging the unknown that walk through MedStar Washington Memorial that was close to the VA*.

Your exclusion list also includes paramedics, firefighters, police officers, and anyone in your department. You didn’t want someone that had similar bizarre hours as you and that you might end up seeing at work if shit hit the fan. Healthcare was a small world, and you didn’t need your exes in your immediate orbit.  You had enough drama at work and for the last year, the ER has become your work home and it has pushed you to pursue your license as a nurse practitioner. You had one year to go and were currently a resident.

You are career focused, intelligent and driven which currently made dating a low priority for you. Since the fling with Dr. Hyland fell through, you focus on yourself and enjoy being single since no one of genuine interest caught your fancy. And you stopped looking.

You didn’t realize your world was about to flip upside down when you knock on the window to Bay 3 in the ER and a deep voice said to come in.

That definitely didn’t sound like an Emily Prentiss to you. That must’ve been her partner speaking per the report given to you that he came along for the ambulance ride.

“Morgan, I can speak for myself …” came the snippy reply confirming your suspicions.

You pull the curtain back and take in the two feds in the room. The tall, dark, and muscular handsome fellow was hunched over the side rail before he saw you. “Hey, Doc. Mind telling princess here that she needs to behave?”

Your eyes dart to the woman on the cart who was squinting her best death glare at him. “I am behaving. I came here, didn’t I?”

With the concussion the female fed has, the bright lights of the room weren’t helping which made her glare pathetically cute. You turn the lights down, which the staff should have done in the first place.

“Better?” you say with an understanding smile.

She nods thankfully.

“Also, not a doctor. NP in training.” You walk in and introduce yourself. “So, shall I call you Emily or Agent Prentiss?”

She looks at you funny.

“Some feds have a stick up their ass about titles.”

“I definitely do not have a stick up my ass. Unless you count him?” She points a thumb at Morgan in all seriousness.

His face falls playfully with feign hurt, clutching at his chest. “Ouch, girl.”

“Hm,” you look thoughtfully between them and could feel the deeply rooted respect and love for these two partners. You decide to play along and return your attention to Emily. “Well, I’m sorry to say we don’t have a surgical consultant that specializes in that.” Then you wink. “I can always call security and throw him out if ya like.”

“Hey! Wait a second.” He lowers his hand accusingly. “You’re all not playing nice now.”

Emily chuckles. “I guess he can stay. He’s kinda my ride anyway.”

“Duly noted. Now, to business. May I?” You gesture to Emily’s head as you put on gloves. She nods and you start examining her scalp by gently running your fingers along her hair to smooth back to getting a better look. “The officer that was driving with you is doing OK. Same issue with head trauma after the T-bone. Do you remember hitting your head on anything before the airbags deployed?”

“Well, I was driving. Then we got the call on our suspect. Then we … we got the call on our suspect …” she shakes her head, wincing, trying to recall the memory before impact.

“Hey, if you don’t remember, it’s fine. I’m sure you know that. Doubt this is your first concussion?” You stop for a moment to make eye contact with Emily who rolls her eyes in affirmation. “Alright, well… you do have the start of a nice bruise here.”

You gently brush over the injury mid-scalp about halfway up from her left ear. “How’s the headache?”

“Pounding”, as she winces from your touch.

“Any nausea or vomiting?”

“No.”

“Dizziness or lightheadedness?”

“Nope.”

“Double or blurry vision?”

“A little. Tho it’s an improvement for Morgan’s looks.”

He whistles, shaking his head. “I’m letting that one slide since you’re suffering.”

You chuckle. “Alright, let me take a quick look at the rest of you. Anything else hurting that isn’t Morgan’s heart?”

That made her laugh as you pull the stethoscope over your head. “No. Nothing else hurts.

“Ladies, I’m starting to take offense now.” But he was all smiles.

You knew she suffered minor injuries from the ambulance report – contusions and small lacerations from shattered glass that didn’t require stitching. The officer on the passenger seat got cut worse being on the side of impact. You then listen to her heart, lungs and abdomen and palpate her stomach after making sure nothing was tender. Then did the same with her limbs testing neurological strength and any sore spots that may have been missed.

“Okay, Emily. Let’s get that CT done of your head.” You put the stethoscope back around your neck before placing your hands in your lab coat pockets. “If that comes back clean, I’ll release you home …” You see she’s about to ask a question you’re already anticipating. “… and no work until you’re medically cleared.”

She pouts rather prettily. You wish you didn’t notice. “And that also means no pretending to be cleared and going to work either.”

Morgan shakes his head and half smiles down at his partner. “Busted.”

“Had a feeling.” Morgan smirks between the two of you. “I’ll get those orders in.” You check your watch. “Should be done within the hour and we’ll go from there. If you need me, just call.”

Morgan steps around the bed to shake your hand. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” And you turn to look at Emily with a firm tone and playful eyes. “You behave.”

She huffs and settles back against the pillow, but Emily was fighting with a smile. To you it appears she was grumbling under her breath which was oh so common with law officials. When you leave the room, Morgan looks at Prentiss with a knowing look. In her state, she was genuinely confused. “What?”

“You’re making heart eyes with the nurse.”

“What? I … wasn’t. No way I was doing … whatever that thing you said I’m doing. It didn’t happen,” she says with a scowl.

“Heart eyes,” he reminds her.

 “Whatever,” she snips. “Has to be the head injury.”

“Uh huh.” He looks back at the curtains then at his partner. “She’s your type too …”

“I’m not having this conversation right now,” she says, stopping Morgan from talking further about the nurse that was definitely her physical type. Plus, you were clearly smart and had a fun side at the bedside that made her smile.

Morgan smirks, seeing the dopey look. He knows she’s thinking about you. “When you’re better, then.”

“I’ll probably won’t remember this stupid conversation then either.” She ends the topic by crossing her arms and looking away from Derek. A perfect model of a petulant Prentiss.

Emily does hates that he was right. The question that remains is if she was going to do anything about it after Morgan’s teasing that would inevitably come at a later date.

Two weeks went by since you discharged Agent Emily Prentiss and life went on. You were working a double today in the ER.

“Let’s get a bag of O neg going on Bay 2 and prep endo for a scope.” You put the orders in and use the inter-hospital chat through the EMR* with Dr. Aorsen who is the GI specialist on call. Poor patient had a bleeding ulcer.

One of the techs calls your name and you answer without looking up, continuing to type up the H&P* on the patient so there will be no delays in the procedure. You answer with a pen dangling between your teeth. “Yeah?”

“An Agent Prentiss is here to see you.”

The pen drops from your lips as you swivel your chair around to look at the disheveled tech in surprise. “Uh, what?”

You couldn’t have heard that right.

He throws a thumb over his shoulder and nods in confirmation. “Fed named Prentiss is here to see you.”

Your eyes dart around the room trying to figure out why she is here and come up empty. “Is she here by herself?”

“Yep.”

“O … kay. Yeah. I’ll see what she needs. Tell her I need ten minutes to finish something before I can see her. Thanks, Marc.”

“Kay.” He wanders off and you finish your necessary charting. You weren’t going to drop everything to speak with her just yet when a patient needs your attention. Though your mind couldn’t grasp why she was here. You sent over the medical report on Agent Prentiss to the FBI the same week you discharged her. Nothing was out of the ordinary in your report. She suffered a typical concussion and filled out all the workers’ compensation documentation for the feds. It was way worse than filling out the damn metro police claims, and it took over an hour to finish.

Once you have all the necessary orders and documentation for your patient to go to endo, you meander through the nurses’ station and down the hall to where Emily is waiting. She currently has her hands behind her back which shows off the gun holstered to her hip. The white button down was under a black blazer that made her professionally beautiful and it was nice to see her be more casual from the waist down with jeans and black work boots.

And then there you are in your navy-blue scrubs, lab coat, hair up in a messy bun, and a stethoscope hanging around your neck. She definitely looks put together and was easy on your tired eyes.

Emily is distracting herself as she waits for you by taking in all the scenery around her from laundry bins to rolling medical equipment. But when she sees you, she visibly perks up and shifts on her feet.

You wonder if Emily is nervous but that is ridiculous. You push that thought out of your mind as you smile to greet her. “This is a surprise, Agent Prentiss.”

“Ah, Emily’s just fine. This isn’t anything official.” She says it a bit too quickly that makes your brows raise up in question.

“Well, that’s good. I was wondering.” You look her up and down and see that’s she’s recovered nicely, even if she isn’t relaxed speaking with you. Her hands are still behind her back. “You look well.”

“So, do you,” she says a bit too quickly when your eyes narrow in thought to her response. “I mean … for working long hours are the ER. It’s not easy.”

Your head moves to the left in curiosity as to where this was going. “Definitely not, but I love it. Wouldn’t be anywhere else. Though …” you bring your arm up and slowly gesture towards back down the hall “ … I’m sorry to be abrupt but with patients waiting … can you let me know how I can help you, Emily?”

You see her look mortified at keeping you waiting and that is when her arms swing around to her front, one crossing her abdomen. She was definitely nervous, but it is unclear why.

“Yes, I did want to thank you and see …” She nervously licks her lower lip, and your eyes are inevitably drawn to the motion.

You were hanging on her next words. The moment between you is filled with the sounds of electronic beeps, a patient moaning in confusion, and then the old Batman TV show theme goes off alerting your hospital that an ambulance was calling in a patient on the emergency line affectionately dubbed ‘The Bat Phone’ by the hospital. That seemingly jolts her back from looking at anything but you.

“ … well, see … you,” she says bashfully.

Your eyes widen. “See me?” You sound as confused as you appear.

“Yes,” Emily confirms with a hesitant nod.

Your eyes dart upwards in continued bewilderment before settling on her hopeful-looking brown orbs. “Look, I’m a complete idiot right now. Why did you need to see me?” You smile brightly with encouragement.

That seemingly provides the necessary motivation to be direct. “Yes. Socially. As in … dinner …?” Though Emily did end the last part awkwardly and began to flick at her thumbnail that was lying against her thigh.

Now with Emily’s intentions clear, you take a step back in wonder. “You’re asking me … out?”

Seeing that you took a step back makes Emily frown, thinking you weren’t interested. “Well, I was …”

“And you came here. To ask me out.” Your continuation of confusion is making her slowly back up towards the exit.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I …” she loosens the hold she has on her stomach and gracelessly swings her arms as she is about to turn, and hits the linen cart, causing a pile of towels and washcloths to tumble onto the floor. “Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

She crouches down to pick them up as you do the same but sliding to your knees. This wasn’t your first laundry pile up in the ER. “Hey, it’s okay!”

“No, it’s not.” Emily’s pale face was flushing prettily, and it makes you smile. “I made a mess.”

“Sweetie, this isn’t even close to a mess in my ER. Ever drop a commode?” That makes her laugh and diffuses the tension between you a little, but she was avoiding eye contact with you.

You both work at cleaning up when the two of you end up grabbing a towel at the same time. There was a quick game of tug of war and that finally brought her eyes up to see you. She was nervous and expectant, ready to run off in a heartbeat.

You give her your answer. “Yes.”

Her head leans in with disbelief. “Yes … what?” She asks hesitantly, needing confirmation.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you.” And just like that, you broke your rule about dating officers. There was something enigmatically irresistible about her and Emily mustered the courage to come down to your place of work to ask you out. How sweet is that?

Emily is too fucking adorable as her face works through the shock of what you said. “Oh … kay.” She nods. “Good. I mean …” She grins wide and bright. “Great.”

You both remain on the floor for a couple of beats before you lower your head, eyes studying Emily with a coy look. “Does this mean I can have the towel back?”

She busts out laughing and finally lets go.

That was a little over a month ago and you found out on your first date that it was her partner, Morgan, that helped talk Emily through her concerns. She explained how he was not just a good friend but was also like a brother to her. You were happy that Emily took this chance, and it was the happiest time of your life. You never thought that you’d find a partner that was able to understand the demands of your job and education by someone not in healthcare. Emily’s job is mentally, physically and emotionally draining like yours and despite the differences in careers, you understand the depts of humanity. Emily saw the worst of it and tried to bring the criminals to justice or at least provide closure for the victims and families. You do the same in your own way trying to save as many lives as you can as well as being the one to break bad news to people who loved your patients fiercely. You also saw the worst in a different way – shootings, stabbings, rapes, protests gone ugly. You and DC metro had a lot to talk about a lot of time. But the times you make a child smile when feeling terrible, or provide information that eases the mind of a patient that was so scared of why they were sick, or even the simple bedside talk to show you were a human being that truly cared, it was worth all the shit you dealt with.

But in between the long hours and when Emily was out of town, you make time for one another. Simple dinners, going out to the movies, long walks discussing nothing and everything, but the best was when Emily took you to the Smithsonian to see the staff carefully place a Santa hat on the life size brontosaurus display since Christmas was just around the corner. You didn’t even know they did that, and Emily was so pleased with herself at seeing your face light up in wonder. You of course took a selfie together after it was placed, but it ended up being at an awkward angle where you both were laughing as you were pointing to the dinosaur.

When you weren’t together, you had long talks over the phone and constant texts when Emily was on a case to make sure she was doing alright, which she did for you too! You both cared about your workaholic selves and kept reminding each other to take a break, eat and drink more than just beer when off the clock. Emily was able to keep work at work when in the moment with you but you could hear the weight of Emily’s job straining her voice. A hint of raw insight to her true feelings. You never push. Your relationship was still new, and you both were still learning one another.

When Christmas came, you were coming off a sixteen-hour shift that started right before 7am Christmas Eve. You were exhausted, the status quo for any resident, but you were also determined. This was your first Christmas with Emily, and you wanted to make it special. She admitted that the relationship she has with her mother is complicated and didn’t need, nor want, to show her face at one of her mother’s extravagant Christmas parties. Emily would just be shown off for propriety’s sake. It was easier being home alone with leftovers that Rossi made on Christmas Eve of pasta, seafood, and amazing Italian beef and sausages right after midnight. Between that, the homemade cookies gifted to her by Garcia, and a six pack of Stella bottled beer, Emily settled in for the day watching Die Hard because it is, and always we be, a Christmas movie. If you wanted to disagree with her, Emily was ready to fight.

By mid-afternoon, John McClane is crawling through the air vents and iconically complaining about ‘Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs…’ line when there’s a knock at Emily’s door. This confuses her because she wasn’t expecting anyone and you were at the hospital working. You told her that this morning over the phone during a break that, unsurprisingly, the hospital was short staffed, and they needed you. She put down Garcia’s festively colored frosted chocolate cookies and went to see who it was.

Which is why when she looks out through the peephole of the door, she gasps and quickly starts unlocking the door. She holds out her arms in surprise at the sight of you and speaks an octave higher in greeting. “What are you doing here?! You said you had to work tonight!”

She was all smiles seeing you … and you weren’t wearing your work clothes. You have on jeans, an ugly Christmas sweater that said ‘Fabulously Grinchy’ and arms full of bags. Emily was distinctively not festive on purpose with grey shorts and a baggy Yale sweatshirt. Even the black slippers were humdrum. It empowers you to see this and that you made the right decision to surprise her this way.

“Well, I lied,” you explain as she takes some of the bags from you. “Surprise!”

She steps aside to let you in and smells the familiar scents of pasta, sauce and bread. “What did you do?” she asks cautiously.

“I made Christmas dinner for us.” You beam, spinning around carefully in the living room with your arms out to display the bags. “Just need to warm it all up.

As you really did have to work long hours at the hospital, you enjoyed Skyping with your parents who lived of town while making homemade manicotti. It was your tradition to cook together, and it was nice to do it together this way. Thankfully you still had some frozen homemade pasta sauce that you could use and not be considered a heathen to your family because no daughter of theirs was going to serve their girlfriend pasta sauce from a jar.

“Oh my god,” she says your name and follows you quickly into the kitchen, trying to catch up. “You … you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble. And, really, why are you doing this? You’ve gotta be so tired after working a long shift. You should be relaxing.” Emily knew you did work today since she heard the intercom and all the various beeps, whirls and whistles of a hospital.

You left the bags on the island counter and start fiddling with the oven controls. “Eh, I’ve had worse.” You smirk over your shoulder. “So have you. Therefore, we deserve a nice Christmas not alone. Now. … ” you start looking for oven mitts and utensils by pulling out drawers and opening cabinets. You’ve been here once before and don’t have the lay of the land yet where Emily keeps everything.

What you didn’t know is that Emily is standing by the island counter with a firm grip on the edge because she is feeling a powerful rush of affection for you and a profound sense of guilt. She swallows hard and almost jerks with her movements in trying to find words to address you.

“Hey, Emily? Where’s the spatula? I don’t need to whisk anything, and you got like, three of them here.” With no answer, you turn around with the whisks in hand and a goofy smile which soon falls into a look of concern. Emily was staring at you with watery eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, quickly setting aside the whisks that roll around the counter. One drops and bounces off the floor, but you don’t care. You place your hands around Emily’s shoulders and rub soothing circles. “Talk to me, please.”

Her face scrunches to the side, still struggling with guilt. “You shouldn’t be doing this. You’re tired. You should be sleeping. Or resting. Or just –“

You cut her off by gently cupping her face. Your thumbs continue their gentle stroking along Emily’s cheeks. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.” You smile with sincerity. “Only place I wanna be.”

“Fucking sap,” she says, curling her hands around your forearms. You both naturally bring your foreheads together in that moment and feel Emily’s shaky inhalation of breath. “I don’t deserve this.” She feels the need to clarify. “You.”

You close your eyes and ask nonjudgmentally. “Why?”

“Because I’m gonna mess it up. I always find a way to do it. Even if it’s not exactly me.” She sighs. “Like work, or my mother…”

“Hey, don’t do that.” You bring your hands down while lifting your head to gaze into Emily’s eyes. “Anticipating. We just gotta take it day by day and right now, I feel, that this is a good one.”

“Yeah?” she says quietly, licking her dry lips.

“Yeah,” you confirm, bringing one of her hands up to gently kiss. What you’re about to say you feel in your heart and it has been growing for the last week. Perhaps it was too soon to say it, but Emily deserves to know how you feel and that despite this being new, this was a relationship you were determined to see where it takes the both of you. “Maybe if I give you one of your presents, it’ll help you feel better?”

Her eyes look along the ceiling while she chucks. “Maybe.”

You lean forward and cup her cheek, gently caressing it until you lock eyes. “I love you, Emily Prentiss.”

Her audible gasp at the admission is swallowed by your lips gently kissing hers. The kiss was soft, a silent signature of proof to the words already spoken. It is affirmation that you want to be here with Emily, and you feel her free hand slide around your waist as she steps closer. The press of her body forces a sigh from your lips which makes Emily smile against yours.

“I love you, too.” She confesses quietly, pulling your joined hands against her chest. “And it scares me.”

“Well, here’s the good news.” Emily pulls back to look at you, brown eyes equally fearful and exhilarated, as she waits for what you must share. Your smile helps to ground her. “We get to be scared together.”

She laughs as a couple of tears fall free and you reach up to wipe them away. As she leans into your touch, Emily asks you a question since she has doubts about this gift of yours, no matter how much she treasures it. “Was that really one of my gifts?”

“No,” you admit and kiss her forehead. “But it’s all true. Consider it a bonus.”

Emily looks up to you with a smile that lights up the entire room. “Mm, I do like the sound of that,” she says before capturing your lips once again.

*Vetarans Affairs

*EMR - Electronic Medical Record

*H&P - History and Physical

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Office Hours - Chapter 8 (Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College-Student!Reader)

Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Self-Doubt/Self-Deprecating Thoughts, Implications of Depression

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you so much for reading this far into the story. I’m planning on ending it soon (possibly before Christmas - but we'll see).

Ch. 7 <- -> Ch. 9 (WIP)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You bounced your leg as you twirled your pen between your sweaty fingers. You stared at the wide, empty desk stationed at the front of the room, it's presence making a sickening knot of dread tighten in your chest. You imagined...him walking through that heavy, oaken door, his heavy footsteps reverberating across the lecture hall. The thought of locking eyes with Miguel made your stomach drop. Those same eyes that looked at you with passion...no. No, it wasn't you.

It was someone you reminded him of. A carbon copy of someone who was adored with every fiber in his being.

"And what does that make you?" the venomous voice in your head quickly spat. A lump swelled in your throat at the notion.

“Do you think something happened to him?” a girl named Julia whispered behind you, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts. You stopped twirling your pen. 

“Last I heard he was in the hospital,” another girl, Cindy, replied in a hushed voice. Your eyes widened. 

“Really? How do you know?” Julia asked. Your heart thumped against your sternum as your mouth grew unbearably dry. 

“One of my friends works as a nurse in the ER. She said some woman brought him in,” the other young woman explained. You felt your heart plummet into the dark pit of your stomach. 

“Who do you think it was?” Julia asked with a bit too much excitement. You bit your lip as you bounced your leg even faster, nearly shaking your desk.

“Dunno,” Cindy shrugged.

Everyone in the room flinched when the door suddenly burst open. You gripped your pant legs as a few beads of sweat drenched the creases of your hands. This was it. Your eyes would meet, his dark, terrible-

“‘Sup,” Miguel's TA, Lyla, said before popping a huge, pink piece of bubble gum. Your brows furrowed as the young woman sauntered up to the large desk. She rested her hands on the wooden surface, her puffy, white coat billowing around her like a lion’s mane. She tilted her head down, scanning the classroom past the rim of her pink sunglasses.

“Alright, kiddos. Here’s the deal: O’Hara’s still out sick for the next few days, so you’ll have to listen to none other than yours truly,” Lyla said with a dramatic bow. Your shoulders slumped as relief washed over you.

"God, are you actually happy that he's sick?" the voice hissed. You squeezed your eyes shut for a brief moment.

“Alright, let’s see what good old Migs has for us today,” Lyla said as she cracked her knuckles. Her voice began to dissipate as your mind slowly drifted back to Miguel like a ship caught in a violent whirlpool. You felt yourself grow more and more sick as everything about him bombarded your mind: his face, his touch, the low timbre of his- 

You flared your nostrils before shaking your head. You turned towards Miles desk, only to not find him there as well. Right - he was visiting family in Puerto Rico for a few extra days. You sighed as you glanced back down at your laptop, the cursor lazing blinking up at you. You rested your fingertips on the keyboard, ready to take your notes with a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

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By the time you finished your last class of the day, you were a frazzled mess. You just barely passed your quiz in Dr. Ohnn's class, you spilled your coffee all over your pants, and you've only had a granola bar to eat. You shuffled towards your dorm before hastily yanking your keys from your pocket. You groaned when a loud 'rip!' rang in your ears.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," you huffed.

You nearly jumped when your roommate opened the door. 

“Hey sis!” Gwen said with a bright grin. You gave a small smile before she stepped to the side. You blinked when you saw two more of your friends lounging in your living room. You locked eyes with one in particular, a shorter girl with a black bob cut and a pink hair pin.

“(Y/N)!” your friend Peni squealed as she hopped off the couch and rushed over to you. You felt frozen to the rug as she flung her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. “It’s been so long!” she beamed. You brought your heavy arms up and patted your friend’s back, your heart glowing ever so slightly.

“I thought you were with your dad in Japan,” you breathed before she pulled back. Peni’s eyes lit up even more. 

“Welp, he moved back to America for his job!” she cheered. You couldn’t help but smile at her bubbly demeanor, her bright smile stretching ear to ear and brown eyes glistening.

“That's awesome, Peni," you said as you turned to take off your coat and slip off your shoes. You sighed as you flung your bag over one of your kitchen chairs and tilted your head side to side.

“Hey girl," Gyatri said from couch, a plastic container of ramen nestled in her lap. You smiled before stepping over and carefully giving her a hug, not wanting to spill any of her dinner.

“Peni convinced you to watch anime?” you laughed as you glanced up at your TV. Gyatri reluctantly nodded.

“It wasn’t easy, but I eventually got to her,” Peni winked. 

“She bribed me with food,” Gyatri answered as she held up her container. You giggled while Peni playfully rolled her eyes. She soon plopped down on the couch and wrapped a fuzzy blanket around her thin shoulders. 

"I think you'll like this one, (Y/N)," she grinned.

"You say that about every anime you show me," you replied with a giggle.

"And?" she hummed. You opened your mouth, only to close it a few seconds later. "Mhm," Peni hummed triumphantly.

“Peni actually got some ramen for us, too,” Gwen interjected as she held a plastic bag towards you. You gazed down to see a bowl of ramen packaged nicely inside a plastic container.

“You’re welcome!” your dark-haired friend said while dramatically waving the remote. Your eyes softened as you took the bag into your hands. 

“Hey, you okay?” Gwen asked. You sniffed and nodded. 

“Yeah, just a rough day,” you said before wiping your eyes.  

“Welp, nothing a little shonen can’t fix!” Peni chirped. You cracked a smile as you turned your attention back to the TV, your friend flicking through the variety of titles that popped up. You sat yourself down at the end of the couch before cracking open the lid of your container. You sighed as the steam rose up and caressed your exhausted features.

“Peni, this isn’t going to be a scary anime like the last one you tried to make me watch, is it?” Gyatri groaned. Peni gasped. 

“Kimetsu No Yaiba isn’t that scary!” she said as she clasped her hand over her chest. Everyone giggled before Peni turned back to the TV with a small pout. “To answer your question: nope! It's not scary. Just a bunch of people in robots fighting aliens,” your friend shrugged before pressing play. Peni's eyes were instantly glued to the screen as she leaned forward. You watched as you ate your savory, hot meal - the ramen warming you from head to toe.

It wasn’t even a few episodes in before Peni and Gyatri were passed out, their soft snores echoing inside your small living room. Your own eyelids began to grow heavy before your roommate gently nudged your shoulder. 

“Psst, hey,” Gwen whispered. You grunted before letting out a small yawn. 

“Yeah?” you whispered back. Your roommate smiled as she pulled her knees up to her chest. 

“Hobie and I are doing a show at Montey’s this Friday. You wanna come?” Gwen asked with a tilt of her head. You bit the inside of your cheek as your heart sank. You barely had the energy to make it through today - how could you manage to make it to Friday?

“I don’t know,” you murmured before glancing back at the screen. Gwen nodded slowly. 

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked. Your eyes widened. 

“What do you mean?!” you whispered harshly. Her smile fell at your sudden burst of tension. You parted your lips as you sank back into your cushion. “I’m sorry,” you said. 

“It’s okay,” Gwen reassured you. Your shoulders sank as the ‘Are you still watching?’ screen popped up on your TV. You sucked in a sharp breath. “(Y/N), are you sure you’re doing okay?” she asked. You clenched your fists under your blanket. 

“I’m. Fine,” you said with a tight jaw. Gwen blinked as she let her feet sink onto the cold, hardwood floor. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you want, but I’m worried about you,” she confessed. You felt something sting into your heart as your body sank deeper into the couch. You squeezed your eyes shut as you dipped your head into your knees. Before you could even stop it, your shoulders began to shake as you stained your blanket with hot, heavy tears. Gwen gently placed a hand on your upper back as you quietly sobbed. 

“It’ll be alright, just let it out,” your roommate whispered. And you did - crying for what felt like hours until you had nothing left.

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[uzinovalite]

INTRO POST!!

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HIHI!! you can call me calico or leafy, either one iz fine :3

i uze she/they/paw!

im a demigirl + sapphic and i uze xenogenderz! im also questioning if im on the aromantic/aroace spectrum

im 13! im gonna be 14 on december 3 >_<

i have social anxiety and autizm (both diagnosed)

i have a typing quirk! herez how i uze it:

“i forgot to do my homework last night, i hope my teacher doesnt check today.” iz now: “i 4got 2 do my homework last night, i hope my teacher doeznt check 2day.”

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im an editor, artist, and fanfic writer!

ive been editing since december 2021! ive alwayz only uzed capcut becauze idk how 2 uze anything else tbh..i post my edits on tiktok (bottom of post)

ive been drawing traditionally my whole life, and digitally since 2020, i uze ibispaintx and my art acc iz on instagram (bottom of post)

im also a fanfic writer! i have a bfb au and i write oneshots once in a blue moon (i write on ao3 and wattpad, bottom of post)

tbh 4 this account im gonna fuck around and find out what gets reach

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MY SPECIAL INTERESTS ARE CATS AND OBJECT SHOWZ PLEAZE ASK ME ABOUT THEM PLZPSLZPZLZ

i have 6 cats and a dog i love them so so much

i first discovered the osc in 2016 and ive been fixating on it on and off ever since </3 so far ive watched bfdi, ii, hfjone, burner, and cfmot and i plan 2 watch a lot more! a few showz on my list are extraordinary excellent entitiez, the nightly manor, ion, etc!

some of my other hyperfixationz/interests are total drama, vocaloid, project sekai, hell park/south park, dr stone, percy jackson, lps 2012, pokemon, spooky month, tbhk, AND A LOT MORE god im in so many fandomz plz

i kin a lot of characterz…my highest kinz are leafy (bfb), fan (ii), nene kusanagi (pjsekai), amelia euler (one), taylor nolan (one), teardrop (bfb), x (bfb), remote (tpot), suitcase (ii), microphone (ii), tweek tweak, heidi turner, pip pirrup, mafuyu asahina (project sekai), ena shinonome (pjsekai), AND SO MANY MORE BC IM MENTALLY ILL

i also collect ships like baseball cardz so here are some of my fav ships!

bfb/bfdi/tpot: tree x bottle, liy x leafy, teardrop x leafy, pillow x book, gelatin x leafy, tennis ball x goof ball, pin x coiny, and a bunch of other ships with leafy LMAO

inanimate insanity: poly bright lights, fan x test tube, lightbulb x paintbrush, suitcase x microphone, soap x microphone, lifering x tea kettle, baseball x nickel, suitcase x balloon (only platonically!)

hfjone: liam x bryce x amelia, taylor x charise, bryce x amelia, liam x owen

cumfart and burner: spraypaint x kit, kit x rozey, tissuez x record, knify x picture, chargery x socka, yoshka x kratcy

project sekai: nene x tsukasa, kohane x akito, an x kohane, akito x toya, mizuki x an, rui x emu, ena x airi, minori x kohane

tbh the only tdi ships i like so far are noah x cody and tyler x lindzay

I CANT MAKE THIS INTRO POST SILLY ANYMORE BECAUZE COPY AND PASTE IZ BEING FUCKY

BOUNDARIEZ!!

dni: basic dni, pro/comshipperz, xenogender/neopronoun antiz, rarepair antiz, winner x clock shipperz

thin ice (unless we r close): cringe culture believerz, fireafy likerz, oc x canon antiz, firey defenderz, tree x remote shipperz

plz interact: osc, cat loverz, pjsekai playerz, vocaloid fanz, TROTTLE SHIPPERZ, literally any1 who sharez my interests

MORE AB ME!!!!

im a choir kid

im an infp-t

my humor: 🔥‼️😰⁉️💔😇🚼💨😈😡😧👎😱🤓🧌🤨🦅😿

my fav artists are cheezy hfj, inanimate insanity, taylor swift, melanie martinez, ghost and palz, mitski, maretu, kikuo, the living tombstone, and or3o :3

MY ACCOUNTS!!

tiktok: sillyvveon (main) treexbottle (alt)

ask 4 discord!

wattpad: calico_cloverz

twitter: cxlico__cxt (shitposting/spam) theiichronicles (rant/opinion acc)

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ao3: cxlico_cxt

project sekai friend code (global server): 210235411300147200

bye thanks 4 reading! :3

[sininply-a-moth]

DNI: Proship, transphobes, homophobes, radqueer, bigots, etc.

I block freely

rest of intro under the cut

boo

this pathetic wet beast is me

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Linktree!

Tags

woodland moss sounds - headcannons tag

dont spook the insects - random tag

microwaving tag - microwaving

sleeping forever now - vent/rant tag

oomf tag - oomfs :3

asked.png - asks

lamp posting anon - there is a LAMP in my ASK BOX

things like eyestrain, tws etc. tend to be tagged, but I might miss stuff

Names- Moss(y) or Lichen

I'd prefer if only mutuals called me mossy

Pronouns- He/they

fandoms include SCP and Pressure :3

I also like moths. moths are love moths are life

dr iceberg is my husband TRUST

am a minor

adminbright is a horrible person and I do not support them

I reblog both rewrite content and Bright content but I reblog more rewrite content

Bright ≠ ab but I think I will not be actively reblogging Bright content. only if its from one of my mutuals or features another character im a big fan of probably

[balalaka]

･ﾟ☆･ﾟAbout me･ﾟ☆･ﾟ

☆ Balalaka 18y.o.

☆ Ukranian artist

☆ She\Him

☆ infj 2w1

☆ Have social anxiety but feel free to int with me!

☆ DNI:  Basic DNI, ppl who supports war, genshin fans, SA jokes

☆ Interest: SCP, Identity V, Roblox, Splatoon, OK. K.O lets be heroes!

☆ other social media:

Telegram: balalaka

☆ I dont support duckman, but use dr. Bright. Block me if u dont wanna see him ^_^

if u wanna ask me just use inbox! I love to answer ^_^

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☆Thanks for reading!☆

[randomscpventblog]

This proshippers and “radqueers” are not welcomed here either and also a warning to those who frequent the Bright tags apparently these weirdos have been invading the Bright tags so I’d encourage everyone to block the tags “radqueer” “pro radqueer” and “rqc” additionally they also seem to use the “🍓🌈” emojis as tags so I would block both of those too. If you happen to come across any of these accounts it’s important to NOT interact and block/report I’d encourage minors to be extra vigilant as well as these people do not seem to safe to be around.

Also a note as a member of the LGBTQIA community we do not claim these people nor do we accept them.

On another note as a Bright fan we do not claim these people nor do we accept them, their behavior and beliefs are not indicative of how the rest of us are.

Just as proshippers aren’t not welcome: “RadQueers” are also not welcome. You are not entitled to use my art or engage with me. Y’all are point blank freaks and not real Queers.

[evanwevand]

Idk if this is completely true but it's very important anyway

If you're in United States and you're a Dr. Bright fan and you cosplay him for a convention BE VERY CAREFUL ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE A MINOR, SOME PEOPLE CLAIMED THAT ADMINBRIGHT STILL ATTENDS TO CONS AND TRIES TO INTERACT WITH FANS IRL EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT ACTIVE ONLINE

I just suddenly remembered it but someone mentioned it on my server a time ago and I forgot to mention it, but be VERY careful anyways ☠️☠️☠️

Idc about my DNI with this one, this is important

[evanwevand]

My mischievous ass when someone with "Dr. Bright fans DNI" on their bio interacts with one of my non Dr. Bright posts (they have fallen in my trap)

[evanwevand]

Another Bright kin has already talked about this and I already posted it on Instagram, but I feel it's important to mention this and especially give support.

Honestly now, hope all TMC fans/kins/fictives are doing okay now, you guys DON'T need to leave the fandom for all of this situation. If someone wants to then it's okay, but don't pressure other fans into doing so. You CAN separate the art from the artist and it's NOT your fault that this happened. This hurts now and everyone is talking about it because it's recent, and I'm not sure if people will ignore this in a few months, but you just have to stay strong and just continue doing what you like. There will be mean comments but the block button exists for something

Believe me. I'm a Dr. Bright fan. I KNOW what I'm talking about. I know how it feels to have a lot of people talking shit about your fav thing when they used to "love it", I know how it feels to see your fav thing get deleted from everywhere, I know how it feels to see people replacing your fav thing, I know how it feels to be demonized by a fandom that has been your source of comfort for many years, I know how it feels to be cut off from everywhere just because something you like. And I know how it feels to see your fav artists and content creators who used to make content about your fav thing saying shit about you or your friends for what you like, but all the people who will try to hurt you for your fav thing IS NOT WORTHY. No matter how much you like them or their art or anything. THEY'RE NOT WORTHY OF YOUR ATTENTION. They are toxic and fake people who you should stay away in any situation. So try to be around people you know they won't judge you, be around other fans who also need support. Put boundaries and DNIs involving this type of people (if they can put DNIs for you and things you like, why wouldn't you do the same?). Don't pretend to be another hater just for clout and not getting ignored by your "idols", and if any of those "idols" blocks you for posting something your like, again, they were not worth it at all. The people who will interact positively will be the people you need and actually want to be around.

Again. As a Dr. Bright fan, I perfectly know what I'm talking about.

And please, stay safe. Everything will be okay and you have our support in this situation <3