#Rachel cameron Morgan

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𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

OUTER BANKS.

jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, sarah cameron

SURVIVING SUMMER.

baxter radic, marlon sousa

THE WALKING DEAD.

benjamin (twd), glenn rhee, rick grimes, daryl dixon

SCHOOL SPIRITS.

wally clark

911.

evan buckley, eddie diaz

MARVEL.

peter parker (all), captain america

TOP GUN.

jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, robert floyd, natasha trace

LIFE IS STRANGE.

chloe price, warren graham, rachel ambers, ryan lucan, alex chen, steph gingrich

RED DEAD REDEMPTION.

arthur morgan, sadie adler

THE DOLAN TWINS.

grayson dolan, ethan dolan

SHAMELESS.

lip gallagher

THE MAZE RUNNER.

minho, thomas, gally

THE QUARRY.

jacob custos, max brinly, nicholas furcillo

UNTIL DAWN.

josh washington, jess riley, mike munroe

TEEN WOLF.

stiles stilinski

CELEBRITY CRUSHES.

dylan obrien, will poulter, thomas brodie sangster, archie madekwe, jeon jungkook, park jimin, josh hutcherson, rudy pankow, drew starkey, tom holland

[gildengirl]

{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.

[g-girlshavingfun]

Abby: That shirt looks great Joe.

Joe: Thanks.

Abby: But I bet it would look even better on Rachel’s floor.

Rachel: Are you hitting on Joe… for me?

[averagejoesolomon]

I hope y'all are ready. See you Sunday 🧡

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

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

[doodle-do-wop]

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?"

[cammie-morgan-goode]

Not so friendly reminder:

Rachel Morgan keeps M&M’s in her desk at all times.

Who else do we know that loved M&M’s? Matthew.

[dragonfruits02]

doodles from PHYSICS CLASS!!!

[superblycaffeinated]

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.  

[depressedwetnapkin]

Abby: Rachel! Hi! Come on in I-

Rachel: Do you wanna smoke the weed I confiscated from Cammie?

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my inbox is so empty and im bored rn so send in requests for any of the characters i write for :)

[gildengirl]

Gallagher Girls: Holiday Headcanons

Cammie & Zach:

They start to make their own little traditions over the years.

One of their favourites' is getting in the car after it's dark and driving around to look at all the Christmas lights and decorations.

They like to make up little ratings, pick out their favourite house, the best street, and things like that.

Zach usually drives while Cammie controls the Christmas music and occasionally makes Zach take a few sharp and sudden turns because "Oooooh, that street looks good" and "We have to see that one!"

It's also a pretty good way to exercise some in-vehicle countersurveilance techniques.

Zach grew up without having many traditions in his life—the holidays were never an exception, so he likes that he finally gets to make them with Cam.

His favourite part is seeing Cam light up when they spot THE HOUSE.

Her face is frozen with the kind of joy a 4-year old might have, she's so giddy her smile hangs wide open, and Zach always drives real slow just so it lasts a little longer.

Every hour driving, every aimless turn, every year it's all worth it for that single moment.

To him, it's more magical than all the Christmas lights.

Abby & Townsend:

One year, Townsend comes home to find a tree has appeared in their apartment, boxes that were clearly once in storage have been placed throughout the living room, decorations are scattered across every surface, a few rogue bulbs are rolling around on the floor, and he's pretty sure that what's supposed to be hot chocolate is boiling over on the stove.

It's like a Christmas bomb went off.

And there, in the middle of everything is Abby, playing Christmas music with the volume cranked up as she tries to untangle a never-ending string of lights.

He starts to help, but only after "Abigail, how can you disassemble a bomb, but not untangle a bloody string of lights?" "Are you just going to stand there and ask questions, or actually help me?" "How did you even get the tree in here?" "Just help me!"

She is pretty cute when she's frustrated.

They bicker about how to decorate the tree, what ornaments go where, and how many times a person can listen to "Last Christmas" before going completely insane (Abby's pick, not Townsend's).

After everything's on the tree and Townsend puts the star up, maybe they end up slow dancing to "I'll Be Home For Christmas," just swaying there in the glow of the tree; taking a moment to enjoy their chaotic little Christmas.

And then Wham! comes on again....

Rachel & Joe:

Most years they like to escape to the cabin.

Winter mornings there are some of the most peaceful mornings they know.

Joe makes the coffee while Rachel settles on the couch by the fireplace with a book or newspaper, and somehow everything is so much more quiet with a fresh layer of snow.

Every other year, Rachel pulls out a few old boxes filled with decorations and pictures, and little souvenirs from all the times they had to spend the holidays in some other part of the world.

There's pictures of Cammie's first Christmas, childhood ornaments made out of Popsicle sticks and clay, cards and gifts that hold a fortune in sentimental value.

There's something that manages to touch everything in those boxes—and that's Matt.

He's in the pictures, he's addressed in the cards, he's a memory that lives in every toy and trinket that's home is now in a box.

Once it would have been too painful—to rummage through old memories, but time has a way of healing, and more and more it just feels right—to remember someone who gave so much—loved so much.

Because they both have no doubt, that the best gift was being loved by Matthew Morgan.

And they're just glad they have each other to remember that.

[g-girlshavingfun]

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?

[averagejoesolomon]

Full Circle: 1984

In case you haven't heard, Full Circle: 1984 is officially done and posted! Enjoy as Matt and Joe uncover the secrets behind the imitable Cameron Sisters, in a story that features quippy fights, childhood bedrooms, and an inevitable will-they-won't-they that is guaranteed by the narrative.

The smoothest reading experience will be on Ao3, but each chapter is also listed below. Have fun! I definitely did!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen

I plan to return with Full Circle: 1986 in the fall, assuming my life doesn't pick up too terribly. I'll keep you updated on my tumblr or my Instagram. Thanks for reading!

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Townsend: *taps table*

Abby: *taps back*

Joe: What are they doing?

Rachel: Morse code.

Townsend: *aggressively taps table*

Abby: *slams hand down* You take that back!

[cammie-morgan-goode]

When cammie was gone, how do you think the 3 girls cheered each other and zach up?

Hi friend!

Here’s a list of things I think the trio did featuring my boy Zach:

•ice cream. Nothing cures sadness like a big bowl of ice cream. Even though they’d open the carton and immediately put it back because they weren’t hungry

•school. Despite the fact that they were wanting to look for Cam I think Rachel put her foot down on their schoolwork. Same goes for the Baxters. And I think Liz just did it because it helped to calm her down.

•clean. Macey definitely needed something to keep her hands busy and so she cleaned. And she would order Liz, Bex, and Zach around while doing so.

•Liz definitely asked for their help in research and looking for all things Circle. And she insisted that Zach help her. (Despite Rachel telling her no)

•I think they also stayed up late telling stories about Cam when they missed her

•they cried. A lot.

•and they hugged each other. A lot.

•I also think they visited Joe. Together. And by themselves. And they would periodically update each other.

•Bex yelled. A lot.

•Zach and Bex also worked out together as a stress reliever and they helped each other on their techniques and timing and stuff.

•Macey did the most research and you can’t tell me otherwise

•they just wanted their best friend back.