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superblycaffeinated · 6 months

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For more Nebraska, Ace, Bombshell and Wise Guy stories (and other Gallagher Girl fics), see my GG Masterlist

summary: The one where Abby finds out Edward's never had Mac and Cheese // Edward Townsend/Abigail Cameron (slight descriptions of some kissing)

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A/N: This was originally requested/posted on my old account // it has been edited slightly since my original writing - I appreciate any new notes left for it! 💙

The words were simple.

A mere blip in the overall conversation. An off-handed comment as they walked the aisles of the market. He doesn’t even recall formulating the sentence in which they were uttered. The admission held no significance to him, but from the look on her face you'd think he just told her he killed a puppy.

She clutches the box tightly, so tightly, her knuckles are turning white and the flimsy cardboard is creasing as she whispers, “Say it again.”

He resists rolling his eyes, continuing down the aisle, searching for the next item on their list.

“Say what, Abigail?”

She doesn’t move to follow him and Edward turns back to look at her, sighing, “You’re going to make this a whole thing, aren’t you?”

Abigail Cameron, in her jeans that fit her just right and a plain white t-shirt cocks her hip defiantly. Her left hand rests on it and he can’t help but look at the ring on her finger with a little pride. An overwhelming amount of love for her washes over him as she raises her eyebrows, waiting.

Edward Townsend, wearing a sensible pair of slacks and polo, stares at the box in her hands and throws his hands up in exasperation. “I’ve never had macaroni and cheese.”

The words drift through the air until they land on her, an actual pout forming on her lips as she whines, “Ed, that’s so depressing.”

He sighs again, deeply, rubbing his fingers along his temples. She can’t help but look at his left hand too, and the gold band on his finger. An equally overwhelming amount of love for him pouring out of her as he admits, “It’s not like I had some terrible childhood, I’ve just never had it,” he keeps going, hands returning to the cart and walking away, talking to himself, “And honestly, all that cheese cannot be good for you. And artificial stuff like that?”

He’s looking at the various pasta’s on the shelf and she’s shaking her head and then their dance really begins.

She’s tossing several boxes of Kraft into the cart, tearing his grocery list from his fingers and ripping it into shreds, tiny pieces floating to the ground as he scoffs.

“Abigail! What do you think you’re-”

It’s a movie kiss, as she grabs his cheeks and presses her lips to his, right there in the middle of the grocery store. It’s not sensible, it’s not safe, and he can’t help but press his hands to her spine and chase her kiss.

Edward Townsend will never stop chasing Abigail Cameron.

Abby pulls away, lips shining, breathing hard and simply starts to push the cart down the aisle, like she didn’t just kiss him like the world was ending, like they’d never do it again, like she really knew what she was doing - leaving Townsend standing there with his hands in the air, mouth open.

He watches her walk away, hips swaying to the song he doesn’t know playing above. She looks over her shoulder to find him pressing his fingers to his lips and tosses her hair over her shoulder, pleased with herself.

“We are going to go up and down these aisles and buy every piece of junk food they can offer us, buddy. Your inexperience with sugar and carbs and all things delicious is unacceptable.”

He grins behind her back, coming up, placing his hands over hers and pulling the cart to a stop, her back hits his chest with an “Oof!”

“Ed, don’t even think about trying to get out of-”

“Guess what?” He whispers in her ear, nose skimming the side of it before pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Wh-what?” She shivers when he smiles against her skin, eyes blinking wide as her toes curl in her sneakers.

“I actually really like Oreos.”

Abby melts as he kisses her again, leaving her a little speechless this time. She watches him walk to the end of the aisle with a smile hidden behind her fingers, and he turns to her, walking backwards. He points to the left and cocks his head, “Cookies are this way?”

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls requests #gallagher girls series #edward townsend #abigail cameron

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depressedwetnapkin · 1 year

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#gallagher girls #bex baxter #macey mchenry #cameron morgan #liz sutton #zachary goode #catherine goode #joe solomon #abigail cameron #Cam's dad is dead #Macey's parents hate her #Zach is Zach #Joe's parents aren't mentioned but he went to Blackthorne so

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incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes · 1 year

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Meet the Morgan's

This was trickier. Thank you discord for your input. Here's where I'm at with Cammie and her parents

Rachel McAdams as Rachel Morgan Meg Donnelly as Cammie Morgan Paul Walker as Matthew Morgan

And then, new development, Anne Hathway as Abigail Cameron

#gallagher girls fancast project #gallgher girls #gallagher girls series #cammie morgan #rachel morgan #matthew morgan #abigail cameron

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doodle-do-wop · 11 months

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Ok so not townsend and joe, how about if it's Rachel and Abby giving Zach the advice on how to treat a lady right, what do you think they'll tell him?

Madame Dabney's class 2.0 but getting advice from two women who are both related to the subject and thus give not only advice but advice with a warning

Of course the Cameron sisters do end up arguing about something one of them says (probably Abby) and Rachel immediately tells Zach not to listen to that while Abby argues she just gave him the best advice of his life and Rachel claps back with the "and how long we're you and her together after that?"

#bi abby right #IM DOING MY PART #gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #zach goode #Abigail Cameron #rachel morgan

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cammie-morgan-goode · 8 months

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It would be fun to see you write about Abby's pregnancy, like her cravings, her mood swings and how townsend dealt with it!

There is so much that goes into having a baby and starting a family. There really is no handbook or guide that can truly prepare you for having a tiny human. A tiny human that you are now responsible for every second of the day.

Abby and Townsend weren’t planning on having a kid. It just happened. One day Abby was out in the field, dodging bullets trying to hop on a train in Russia and she stopped dead in the middle of the train car to throw up on her attacker. Townsend didn’t stop laughing about it for days.

So now here she was, lying in the small bed of their apartment in Williamsburg, two hours from Roseville, wanting nothing but a chicken sandwich with pickles. Her growing stomach was also grumbling so loud, she thought it was going to make the bed shake. It also didn’t help that this was the third time she’d had to get up to pee.

Townsend was passed out beside her, having been up since 3 that very morning. He just got back from a mission near Cape Henry, close to home in case she needed him. Thankfully he wasn’t jet lagged like the time he had to fly from Africa to Scotland.

Abby didn’t want to wake him up but man, was she hungry. And the more she thought about it, the better vanilla ice cream sounded. And the more potato chips crushed up on top, the better it seemed. Her stomach growled even louder at the thought.

She was only three and a half months along and these babies were giving her and Townsend a run for their money. She chewed on her lip and huffed. Vanilla ice cream with crushed potato chips, drizzled with that Smucker’s peanut butter hard shell stuff that you can only find at Harris Teeter, a local grocery store. Her stomach grumbled, making her sigh again.

“If you do that again, I am liable to throw a pillow at you, Abigail,” a British accent sounded through the night.

Abby jumped and rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault your children are hungry,”

Townsend groans and blinks his tired eyes open. He turns to his side and spots the clock on the side table. “Abby, it’s 2:17 in the morning,” he states, sitting up on his elbows, his voice thick with sleep. He rubs his eyes with his hands, a sigh making it’s way from his throat.

Abby bites her lip. His voice is deeper when he’s tired and it sends her stomach into knots that have nothing to do with the babies inside her. She struggles to sit up. “I’ll just go myself,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows too.

Townsend’s hand shoots out, touching her arm. He sits up fully. “Don’t even think about it, woman.” He orders, his voice cold. Anyone else would mistake it for him being controlling but Abby saw it for what it really was. Love. “What do the little monsters want now?” He questions, biting back a yawn.

Abby grins and launches into a description of ice cream and toppings and potato chips. She’s animated, wide awake with cravings. She uses her hands vividly, making sure Townsend knows exactly what it is his babies want at two in the morning.

Townsend yawns and nods, slipping out of bed. He kisses Abby on the forehead, whispering a goodbye to the babes in her stomach, and grabs his keys. He’s out before Abby can even say pepperoni pizza.

Townsend knows that Abby will be asleep by the time he gets back but he doesn’t mind. Sure, he’s tired but he would do anything for her. So he makes sure to put the ice cream in the freezer, with the hard shell topping right next to it, front and center.

He’d do anything for the two little ones in his wife’s stomach. He’d burn the world down if it meant it would keep them safe. Forever.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

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jltonnere · 2 years

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Me: Finish your Macey/ Preston project.

Also Me: Release the secret chapter of All's Fair.

Guess which I did. You can find it here.

#also on fanfiction but I'm too lazy to link them both #gallagher girls fanfiction #gallagher girls #ally carter #ally verse #ally carter fanfiction #ally carter fanfic #abigail cameron #gallagher girls fanfic #edward townsend is a softie deep down and you cant convince me otherwise #edward townsend #abby x townsend #abby/townsend #townsend x abby

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gildengirl · 2 months

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{Rachel getting a team together for a mission}

Rachel: What do you consider to be your best quality?

Matt: Well, I'm a real people person.

Joe: I don't answer stupid questions.

Townsend: I speak Swahili.

Abby: My eyes. Oh, and I guess my hair, too.

#can you even imagine these five on a mission together #PLEASE #Gallagher Girls #Gallagher Girls Series #First Gen #Rachel Morgan #Matthew Morgan #Joe Solomon #Abigail Cameron #Edward Townsend #incorrect quotes #source: That 70s Show

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g-girlshavingfun · 2 months

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Matt: Hey! Be safe.

Rachel: We will.

{Rachel leaves to go on mission}

Abby: [Dramatically cupping Joes face] Be safe!

Joe: I’ll be so safe.

Matt: Would you guys stop?

Joe: [Faking tears] I’ll be safe for you!

Matt: Stop. I’m gonna kill you.

Abby: But how would that keep us safe?

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls incorrect quotes #incorrect gallagher girls quotes #incorrect quotes #source: Outer Banks #Rachel Cameron #rachel morgan #matthew morgan #abigail cameron #Abby Cameron #joe solomon #joseph solomon #Matt x Rachel #Rachel x Matt #Those two give him so much shit #he hates them #(he loves them)

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hollywocd · 1 year

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girls in movies like or reblog if you use them

#madelyn cline icons #dove cameron #madelyn cline #dove cameron icons #sydney sweeney #sydney sweeney icons #abigail cowen #abigail cowen icons #without psd #movies

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superblycaffeinated · 6 months

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For more Nebraska, Ace, Bombshell and Wise Guy stories (and other Gallagher Girl fics), see my GG Masterlist

summary: The one where Matthew Morgan and Rachel Cameron share a turning point moment in their relationship (aka, Rachel makes really bad coffee and steals Matt's shirt)

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A/N: This is still one of my most favorite things I've ever written - was originally posted on my old account // it has been edited slightly since my original writing - I appreciate any new notes left for it! 💙

Is That My Shirt?

Rachel Cameron / Matthew Morgan

The thing is, they’re all tired.

Maybe that’s why he’s met his end with the virtue of patience. Maybe that’s why if Rachel blows a bubble of her gum one more time, snapping it loudly, he’ll shove his head in between the couch cushions. Maybe that’s why he flicked Joe in the temple when he ate the can of baked beans without asking if he wanted any. Maybe that’s why he accused Abby of cheating at cards or why he said what he said about Rachel’s coffee. Maybe it’s because the four of them haven’t been alone together, in this small of a space in a long time.

They just don't do missions like this together anymore. Sure, he goes on almost all of them with Joe. Him and Abby still pair up occasionally. Him and the girls together - less frequently, but still. Hell, even him, Abby, and Joe have been on a few together.

But rarely all four of them anymore, and on top of that, it did not end the way it was supposed to. It did not go the way these sorts of things are supposed to go. Joe’s got a cut to his temple, Abby a dislocated shoulder, Matt’s got bruised ribs, and Rachel has a cut down her side that could have been a lot worse if he hadn’t been there ( even though his being there resulted in the aforementioned bruised ribs). The point is though, that they’re tired - broken in the physical and emotional sense and he notices the hatred they’re all starting to feel for one another.

Matt can’t handle being in the same room as Abby and Rachel at the same time anymore. Between Abby’s lips that are either constantly sucking on a tootsie pop, talking a mile a minute and Rachel’s eyes that seem to pierce straight through his heart. Then suddenly they’re fighting about something, turning to him and asking him to choose a side. He’s left to flounder like a fish that’s been out of water for too long. They look at him with those eyes and say his name with those lips and he’s desperate for air and to leave the situation he somehow keeps finding himself in. He’s just always sitting between the two of them, both exits blocked - a metaphorical dock that the only way out is to flop around hope for the best.

And if it’s not them, it’s Joe and Abby looking at each other over their mugs or their books or whatever it is they’re pretending to be interested in instead of each other.

But if Joe isn’t preoccupied with making eyes at Abby, his mouth is working at Rachel. The two can’t last five minutes, nope, at this point, five seconds without a snide remark meant to sting directed at each other. It’s eye rolls and glares that could freeze hell over. It’s deep sighs that say a whole lot when nothing is actually being spoken between the pair. And like clockwork, Matt’s just left in the middle, both of them turning to him in search of validation, and he’s left gasping for air, falling for the bait yet again.

They may be the three people he cares most about in this world, but my god, he’s really tired of looking at their faces and hearing their voices. He’d gladly take the 4am wake up calls and milk cows for the rest of his life if it meant he could get out of that shack finally.

It has to be how tired he is, that’s making him so heartless, that’s making his straws disappear until he’s left with his last one to lose. But maybe he wouldn’t be so damn tired if Rachel would just let Joe make the coffee.

Which is exactly what started the argument. She insists on making it when Joe is sitting right there and could make it ten times better. He doesn’t know how it happened, but somehow they all agreed to let her keep making it and it has been days of it and today was it, he’d had it - the last straw. Joe had the beautiful can of coffee in his hands and she took it, declaring she’d make it instead.

Which is when the comment slipped out. Something along the lines of “...so stubborn. Lord forbid we all have a decent cup of coffee for the first time in two weeks.”

Rachel had clutched the coffee pot in her hand with a grip that made his palms sweat. Abby had run for cover into the bedroom and Joe had muttered something about showering.

She set the pot down and crossed her arms and Matt can only think about how he wished he’d had a chance to taste his mama’s potatoes one last time before Rachel Cameron kills him.

“You don’t like my coffee Morgan?”

He absolutely does not.

“I don’t not like your coffee…Joe just makes-”

“Well, if my coffee is so bad, why have you been drinking it for two weeks?”

He asks himself this every day, but she doesn’t think she’d actually like an answer as she keeps drilling into him.

“Why haven’t you asked your precious Joe to make your coffee for you, huh? What? Afraid to hurt my feelings? I’m a girl, right, so you can’t-”

“Now, hold on a minute,” he interrupts her, leaning over the counter. Face and voice heated as he continues, “I was afraid to hurt your feelings, but not because you’re a girl, because you’re my friend.”

Her mouth shuts, their faces close together and he takes advantage of her silence to keep going, “Have I asked Joe to make coffee? Yes, yes I have. He has refused because he also cares about your feelings, but more likely he likes being alive. But Rachel, and I say this with all the love in my heart, you have to let him make it because you make the most awful coffee I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”

As the words tumble out of him, he instantly regrets them. Matt realizes then that there’s this uncanny resemblance in the look Rachel’s giving him with a bull that’s charged him on the farm, but he really doesn’t think now’s a good time to mention that.

Other than those eyes, nothing gives away what she’s thinking or what she’s feeling. Rachel just clears her throat and takes a step away from the counter and yells, much too loud, “Joe! Get out here!”

The tiny one bedroom safe house shakes and moans. Matt knows that logically, it’s from the wind and not her voice, but he can’t help but think that Rachel Cameron could move mountains and crack the earth open with her bare hands if she wanted to.

Joe stands in the kitchen entrance, face devoid of an expression but Matt knows he’s equally annoyed and terrified as he cocks his head and says, “You hollered?”

Rachel levels him with a stare that would make even Han Solo cower, he’s sure of it, but Joe stands tall and folds his arms, matching her equally.

“Can you show me how you make your coffee?”

Matt wants to warn him - tell him it has to be a trap, but he’s far more desperate for even a chance at his coffee and at this point he’s willing to let Joe risk his life for it. Especially when Joe hesitates briefly, but steps into the kitchen and grabs the can. He is practically drooling as he listens and watches Joe go through his steps. He barely registers that Rachel is watching carefully, studying, like it’s just another test she has to pass, another thing for her to become the best at. She watches the way Joe scoops the coffee, pressing a curl behind her ear, but never removing her eyes from his hands like it’s something she will need to study, practice, and remember for years to come like a skill for a mission.

Matt doesn’t see the look on her face when Joe pours a mug, sliding it across the counter and he swallows it down in the three gulps, not caring in the slightest that it’s burning him. He slides the empty mug back over for more instantly, he could cry it tastes so good.

When Abby peeks around the corner and Joe hands her a mug, the three of them devouring it, Rachel stands there stunned. That’s when he notices the sadness flash across her eyes - like they’ve all been lying to her.

Rachel turns and leaves the room quickly and Abby starts to follow. Matt shakes his head, setting the mug down regretfully, patting her shoulder. “I got his one. It’s my fault.”

Rachel Cameron is many things. She’s smart. She’s patient. She’s tenacious. She’s a leader - and a damn good one at that. She’s kind and loyal and one of the best friend’s a person could have. Sure she can be abrasive and blunt, but she’s always right even when you don’t want to admit it. But for the first time in two weeks, for the first time in perhaps all their years together, Matt notices a lot more about her than he has before. He feels like he’s failed Joe, his number one lesson, but if he’s being honest with himself, he’s failed Rachel.

It’s only a few seconds, a knock of his knuckles on the door and her head turning to look over her shoulder before ducking back down, but that’s when he takes it all in.

Rachel is tired. He can see it in the way her eyes don’t shine as much, creases underneath and the color just a little dim. Rachel is scared. He can see it in one of her fingers, where the skin is picked raw around her nail. Rachel is sad. He can see it in the damp skin in the corners of her eyes and the way her nostrils flare, like she’s trying not to sniffle. But more importantly, he notices Rachel completely. He notices the air that’s always around her, has shifted without him realizing. It’s thick with worry and sadness, so much of it that he can’t believe he didn’t feel it sooner. And then, there’s the most curious thing he failed to notice - the shirt Rachel is wearing, the shirt she has been wearing since yesterday morning, meaning either she slept in it or put it back, but either way , is not her own. It hangs loosely off of her shoulders, swallowing her - it’s a man’s shirt. It’s black and faded and he sees the tiny rip at the collar.

“Is that my shirt?”

Rachel doesn’t lift her head again, she just continues to unpack and repack her bag, double checking she has everything.

“Don’t you have coffee to drink, Nebraska?”

She shifts, and he sees just enough of the light saber to know for sure.

Rachel Cameron is wearing his shirt. Rachel Cameron is wearing his favorite and most lucky shirt. And Matthew Morgan’s head feels like it’s not quite attached to his shoulders anymore from the sight of her in it. Or maybe his head is swimming because he’s impressed she swiped it from his bag and has been wearing it for who knows how long without him noticing.

She turns to face him fully, arms crossing over Luke’s face as she raises her eyebrows. “What? Most delicious cup of coffee got your tongue?”

Rachel Cameron looks good in his lucky t-shirt. Matt’s head feels fuzzy, his tongue feels too big for his mouth, his chest is tight and his heart starts pounding when his brain, against his will, starts to imagine her in just his shirt, those blue jeans she has on are long gone and-

Heat blooms underneath his cheeks and he looks down, clearing his throat. “He really does make delicious coffee, Rachel. It wasn’t anything against you, honest.”

Her bare feet cross over each other as she clears her throat too, gazing at the same spot on the floor. “Well, I’ll try to do better next time if coffee is that important to you Matthew.”

He looks up at the use of his name and those damn eyes don’t just pierce him, they rip at him, devouring every thought and feeling he’s ever had and he doesn’t even try to fight them off. Rachel’s lips twist up slightly as he gestures to the shirt, his cheeks definitely pink and growing darker. “It…it looks good on you. By the way.”

Her lips stop fighting the twist, revealing the rare and wonderful Rachel Cameron smile, if only for a second, before returning to her classic smirk. The one that tells you she knows more than you do. The one that pulls you in just to tease you. The one that makes you want to take those lips that are smirking and just press yours to them in a deep, and passionate-

“What, this old thing?” She fingers at the hem, looking down and then back up at him, blinking innocently.

“You know that’s my lucky shirt, don’t knock it. Why’d you steal it, anyways?” He takes a step towards her.

Rachel takes her own step towards him, the air around her, around them, changing again. It’s like that perfect moment between the sunset and dusk in the summer. The sun is just at the horizon line and everything is a little heavy and lazy, everything moves a little slower, basking in the last moments of golden and warm light. It’s perfect and fleeting and most people let it pass every day without truly noticing it, but that’s what makes it even better when you finally do.

Matt watches her gaze bounce over his face, he listens and watches the deep breath she takes, he can feel the words leaving her lips, practically tasting them as they float through the air on a whispered breath.

“Well maybe I was hoping to get lucky.”

Without realizing, they had taken another step closer, their bodies almost touching. His fingers gently pull at the hem, rubbing the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. She tilts her head up to look at him. He’s not sure what’s happening, but he’s not mad about it in the slightest.

Matt swallows, stealing a breath when Abby shouts, “Hey! We got news from Langley!”

The sweet moment pops like the bubbles Rachel blows with her gum. It’s night now, the lazy summer sun dipped below the horizon, the moment over, the world a little cold again. They each blink at each other, his fingers drop and they both take a step away.

He follows her out of the room, watching her walk away from him until she steals a glance over her shoulder as she rounds the corner.

Maybe he’s just tired, and that’s why he thinks Rachel Cameron looks damn good in his Star Wars shirt.

But, the thing is, he’s had three cups of Joe’s coffee now and he doesn't feel all that tired anymore.

#rachel morgan #matthew morgan #abigail cameron #joe solomon #gallagher girls #gallagher girls series

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