#vanessa!

[kithtaehyung]

I bought something I think you will appreciate

VANESSA STOP THIS IS THE CUTEST🥺🍊🥺🍊

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

[CN: food/eating; alcohol/drinking mention; grief/deceased parents]

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Headcanon that in 1995, Cameron shows up at Donna’s house at 6pm on her own birthday, ready for their nightly work date, but that Donna comes to the door in a neon rainbow cardboard party hat with a unicorn on it, and party favors in both hands

Cameron sees her through the glass of the door, and Donna smiles brightly at her, and blows loudly into her cardboard party horn, making its paper fringe wave wildly, and shakes her clackety hand-shaped thing. Eyes wide with panic, Cameron turns on her heel, about to speed walk back to her truck

Donna throws open the door, reaches out, grabs the back of her shirt, and yanks her into the house, with a “Don’t you fvcking dare, Cameron!” Staggering backwards, Cameron flails into the house, just managing to catch her balance. “Okay fine, fine,” she gives up. Standing up straight and shrugging it off, dusting off her coat, she says, “Fine, it’s my birthday. There. We’ve acknowledged it.” Throwing her hands up, she begs “Can we move on?”

Pulling a face of irritated disdain, Donna fusses, “No, we cannot move on. And we shan’t!” She ushers Cameron into the kitchen, where a chicken pot pie that she prepped the night before is cooling on the counter. Smiling glumly, Cameron jokes, “Honey, you shouldn’t have!” Donna argues, “Of course I should have,” as she takes her bag and her coat. 

They eat at the kitchen island, where Donna says, “You must have at least one good birthday memory.” Cameron shovels a forkful of chicken and carrot into her mouth, and shakes her head. Swallowing, she insists, “I really haven’t celebrated in a long time. We didn’t celebrate much after, you know…we got the news about my dad. And then, my mom made me have a sweet 16. Which wasn’t exactly huge, but it was big enough. And there was a lot of booze. I doubt my mom actually remembers it. She definitely doesn’t remember how miserable I was in the foofy dress she made me wear.”

Donna frowns as she gets up to refill her glass with water from the refrigerator door. “Okay. But what about more recently? Did you celebrate when you lived in Japan?” When she gets back to the table, Cameron half-grins, “Not really. But that first year was nice. We didn’t really know anyone yet, so, Tom and I, we just spent the day together, at our apartment. And I was sad, sure, but he didn’t mind it, he thought it was just, you know, homesickness, or whatever. We ordered in and we had big bowls of ramen for dinner that night, and we turned on the tv and tried to find something that we could understand, but, we couldn’t make sense of anything that was on, but it was funny? I don’t know, it was weirdly fun. I didn’t feel any pressure, or anything like that.”

Spooning a bit more of the pot pie onto her plate, and then more onto Cameron’s plate, Donna asks, “Pressure?” Helping herself to more of the pie, Cameron takes her time with more eating and chewing, and then says, “Yeah. You know. Like, when you feel like you need to make people think that you seem happy, and like you’re having a good time and you’re a ‘normal’ person, or whatever.” Sipping from her glass of water, Donna side-eyes her, and then says, “I never really got the sense that you struggled with that kind of pressure. But, I guess that’s the front you have to put up when people think you’re weird.” Sighing huffily, Donna adds, “I also never thought you were weird, though. Different, sure. But not in a bad way. And then you also turned out to be brilliant.” This makes Cameron grin tentatively, and blush slightly.

“I am weird, though,” Cameron frowns. “I’m a 34 year old girl who misses her dad all the time.” This makes Donna think of all the times she got annoyed with Cameron for being ‘immature.’ Gently, she says, “Of course you miss him. I think it would be weirder if you didn’t. If people don’t get that….” With another sigh, she gets up, and picks up their cleared plates, and brings them to the sink. 

“I just really wish he was here. You know?” Slouching sadly in her chair, Cameron says, “Even with all the mistakes I’ve made, he’d be proud of me.” Over by the sink, Donna turns back to face Cameron again, and says, “Of course he would. I wish he was here too, for you. But if he can’t be, well, I’m glad that I can be here with you.” Holding back tears, Cameron nods, and then looks down into her lap. Turning away again to find some tin foil to put on the remaining pot pie and give Cameron some privacy, Donna adds, “I also hope that it gets…I don’t know. Easier? I hope you’ll be able to enjoy things more, at some point.”

Before Cameron can respond, the doorbell rings, startling her. Donna smiles broadly, and says, “Hey, I think you should get that!” Flatly, Cameron says, “If that’s a crowd of our friends waiting to yell ‘surprise!’ I’ll consider it yet another unforgivable betrayal,” but gets up and goes to the door. She sees Bos standing outside, in a suit, bolo tie, and stetson, holding a cake carrier in his hands. She lets him in, and just as Donna joins them, Bos says, “Now, i was given very specific instructions to get a store-bought red velvet cake, but, I had some time, and I could not in good conscience let my mother’s recipe go to waste….” As soon as Donna takes the carrier from him, Cameron throws her arms around him, and hugs him tightly. 

Bos hugs her back, and when he feels Cameron starting to cry again, he gently says, “It’s just a little cake, darlin.’” She starts to weep openly. Over her shoulder, he tells Donna, “Looks like Ol’ Waterworks here is gonna need a minute.” Donna sets the cake down on the dining room table, and goes to fetch some plates, spoons, and her fancy silver cake server set that she never gets to use. When she returns, Cameron and Bos are sitting at the table together, and Cameron is laughing at something he’s just said. Donna beams at them.

Just as they’re about to cut the cake, the front door opens again. “We’re here!” Haley shouts. Rushing inside with Vanessa, she calls out, “Did we miss it?” Donna excitedly replies, “No, you’re just in time!” 

Cameron convinces them to not sing “Happy Birthday” to her, but can’t stop Donna from leading everyone in a quick but rousing round of “For She’s A Jolly Good Fellow” 

They all enjoy cake and coffee, and Cameron suddenly feels very lucky. She sort of wants to cry again, both because she misses her father, and because she’s actually happy to be there. As she sits there, listening to everyone talk and joke and laugh, she imagines an alternate universe where her father is alive, but she still somehow wound up at Austin Tech, and then Cardiff Electric, and then Mutiny, and then right there, with those exact people, in Donna’s house. 

[nathanbatemanfucker]

I first followed you on Wattpad and I was obsessed with to Pluto and retrograde and then I remember you posting that you restarted tumblr so I followed you here as well! my favourite will always be the first one a read to Pluto, I think it’s because it was the first hotch fic I read and first black oc I read, I was feeling really alienated by the other cm fics of Wattpad because they were literally all white oc’s and saw your book on my recommend and this was still ykwhen I didn't this hotch was hot yet ( I'm so disappointed looking back at myself now he's so sexy I was blind but now I see the light) and I remember reading the fic in like the span of the night I loved it so much

🥺🥺🥺🥺 To Pluto is my baby, and i’m so so glad that it made you feel like you were part of the fandom. black women and people in general deserve to be represented in these spaces, we deserve to enjoy things too! thanks for following me here from wattpad, it means a lot!

tell me your favorite fic of mine ❤️

[kithtaehyung]

Ryen, my love, how are you handling Yoongi in Tokyo meeting the warriors and watching courtside, because I am JEALOUS of him but also JEALOUS of the warriors and idk who I would rather be right now 😭 and as the victory fairy that he is, he looked SO fine like..

maybe 3tan!YN wins him courtside tickets to a game off the radio or something and they go on date to watch when her brother is out of town? Kiss Cam anyone? It’d be wild if pics got back to her brother or friends 👀

Vanessa…….. I am absolutely thriving right now this is actually everything to me😭💙💛 Living my dreams. All of them living my dreams!! Victory fairy for the warriors like??? HELLO?? If I wrote this as a fic it would’ve been the most self-indulgent thing on the planet but I don’t even need to bc it happened irl🧍‍♀️I’m so happy🥺

BUT ALSO??? THE SCENARIO?? You better quit it before I consider LMAO stop I would have way too much fun with them going to a game are you kidding🥹🍊 Reader would go all out I’m telling you right now.. Yoongi would have no clue how to react, either😭 And the kiss cam and pics HELP

[kithtaehyung]

So I’m sure you saw this coming :)

But what if…there was a drabble…on Yoongi’s POV of what went down in Dalo? Like what he thought when he got dressed and when he saw reader having fun and letting loose…and then the creep grabbing her and Jimin witnessing and stepping in…

This story is gonna ruin me. 🥲 in the best way possible.

VANESSA SLDLSLDL you finished reading?! Omg I’m so excited you’re all caught up😭💕 but also.. these are some good ideas🫣 we may see some of yoongi’s povs regarding that night ! idk when but there may be some around the corner👀

I’m so happy you’re enjoying, though🥹 Welcome to the 3tanverse!!🍊

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Hey so the anon who sent you the ask about a hotch doctor au and reader is a single mother. if you do take requests could you write that but like as full one shot

heyo! yes, i am totally planning to its on my list of wips right now and i’m really excited to map it out. it’ll probs be a long one!

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

Headcanon that Donna gets into the yearly habit of having a small Pride after-party at her house

[CN: drinking, food, partying]

Donna of course loves long days of celebrating in the city, but Cameron doesn’t, and becomes anxious when she’s in a large, noisy, active crowd, and Haley doesn’t really love partying either, so, Donna comes up with a compromise: she gets up early and heads out to the march (with Joanie, when she’s in the Bay) for the noon step off, and then goes back home, to have a late afternoon/early evening celebration at her and Cameron’s house.

Fully amenable, Cameron is in her tropical print trunks and an ACT UP tank top that Donna bought for her and has the pool area ready, and snacks and drinks ready to go by the time Donna gets back to the house, every single year

She also makes sure that the guest room is presentable, and that the airstream is habitable, because there are usually at least a few guests who party a little too hard and need to stay for the night

Lev and his husband and Risa and her partner always show up, and they bring more drinks, ice, and rainbow-themed decorations, and Haley and Vanessa bring over their friends and stay late, and they all tell their best pride-related anecdotes so that Cameron can vicariously enjoy their parade-day hijinks

They order in and feast on tacos and fajitas from their favorite local pan Latin fusion restaurant that is also a gay bar, that always celebrates pride and has regular drag events all year round, and there is always a lot of music, all pop and dance from ‘70s disco to ‘90s electro clash and anything by Gossip, dj-ed by Cameron and Haley so that they don’t have to participate in the epic amount of dancing that takes place

It is by far the rowdiest annual event at the Emerson Howe household, and there is always that one woman that marches over to complain even though Donna is an exemplary neighbor, until one year when Donna, in a pair of Daisy Dukes and rainbow bikini top, and Lev’s husband, dressed entirely in leather, answer the door and invite her to join them

Cameron never says so because she doesn’t want to ruin her reputation for being an introvert who doesn’t like parties, but it is by far her favorite of the events she and Donna host. It’s like going to pride without actually having to go out or feel self-conscious about seeing public displays of affection that make her regret how she spent her 20s, and feel like she’s a weirdo outlier even amongst other lgbt people. Even when she too parties a little too hard, she’s always in a good mood the next day, and happy to make huevos rancheros for everyone that morning.