#cammie morgan goode writes

[cammie-morgan-goode]

In OSOT, when cam comes back, zach says it's different, and he seem a bit distance quite a while, with him & bex always together. Do you think he's also mad at cam that's why? Or something else?

Oh my poor Zachy boy…

Zach’s mad. He’s furious with Cam. He’s pissed at her.

But not for the reasons we think.

Zach is the one who gave Cammie the idea of running away. He said so in OGSY. He told Cam that they should run. That they would keep each other safe. And Cam told him no. Cammie told him that that was not an option.

And what does she do? She leaves without him and she runs.

Zach doesn’t know where she is. She didn’t leave a note for anyone, she didn’t say goodbye, she’s just gone.

Zach has nobody. He can’t go home. He can’t go to his mom. He can’t go back to school. He doesn’t know if Cammie is even alive until they find her in Switzerland. And during that time he has Bex. And Bex is the only constant in his life that summer. She is the only one keeping his feet on the ground and keeping him from doing something stupid. Because if he can’t find Cammie, what does he have left? Joe’s in a coma for goodness sake.

And then to make matters worse, Cam comes back and she’s different. She can’t remember anything from that summer. He doesn’t even want to think about what she could’ve endured. He doesn’t want to process that. Between the sessions with Dr. Steve, the weapons incident, the memory loss, the fact that the Circle is still out there…

He tried to find Cam and he failed.

Things are different between them and while Cam is trying to process that and her missing summer, Zach is trying to process the fact that anything could have happened to Cammie and there was nothing he could do to stop that.

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #ally carter #cammie morgan goode writes #asked and answered #answered asks #answered #zach goode #zachary goode #cammie morgan #the circle #lyky chhs djgc ogsy osot uws #cameron morgan #cameron goode #zach and cammie #cammie and zach #Cameron and Zachary #zammie #the circle of Cavan #catherine goode #joe solomon #joseph solomon #zach and joe #joe and zach #bex baxter #rebecca baxter #Zach and Bex #Bex and Zach #Zachary and Rebecca #Rebecca and Zachary

[jltonnere]

No matter how many times I read these books the dialogue in books 4 through 6 still sends me absolutely feral.

#like goddamn #who allowed ally to write this stuff #how are we going to survive the blonde identity #gallagher girls #ally carter #ally verse #cameron morgan #cammie x zach #zachary goode

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Begging and requesting for you to consider writing a full story/blurb on how Zach realized loved cam!!! Tysm

Blurb for now, potential for something longer later for sure :)

Once you realize something you shouldn't be able to realize it again. You could forget and then remember, but you shouldn't be able to realize something you already know.

But that couldn't be true. Because Zach realized he was in love with Cammie over and over again. To the point it was getting ridiculous, like, every day pretty much.

He didn't know where it started. When it went from curiosity to intrigue to like to care to love and then love just on an indefinite loop. He definitely started out curious about the girl Joe knew a lot about and how he said they'd make a good team. But was he still only curious about her when he saw her for the first time? Was he intrigued by this girl? Not the one in the ball gown, but the one in secret passageways who took him by the hand and tried to help him during the code black. Or maybe it was both girls. Maybe that's why he pulled back after their 'study date'. Joe wanted him near Cammie but not close to her. And he had no idea how her mother felt about him.

But he had asked her out. And he meant it. And he'd kissed her and meant that too. That was definitely like, he liked Cammie Morgan.

The abandoning his school, following her and her friends around in the hopes that she would be there, and fully going against his mother was probably a bit more than like. He cared for her. Maybe it was Joe's influence, but he wanted to keep her safe. He did what he could, like giving her his jacket (really the least he could do and the least he did that night).

And then Joe was gone, out of the picture for a while. And Cammie knew about his mother. He thought for sure it was over, whatever they had going on between them. But she kissed him again.

Maybe that was it. His first time realizing. If Cammie could still want to be around him after finding that out then maybe, just maybe, he could delude himself into thinking they could be something if they made it out the other side of the mess they were in. And then it was every day after and every day before. When she came back, when he had found her in disguise on a train, when they were on the run together, when he found Macey instead of her. Maybe he loved her for all of it. After realizing it, it was impossible to look back on anything without the haze of loving her in the way.

Not that he was complaining.

#think i figured some headcanons out while writing this lol #ask #answered #gallagher girls #cammie morgan #zach goode #gg fanfic #blurbs

[waybrights]

play dumb (but know exactly what we're doing) - gallagher girls fic

word count: 2,772

summary:

#OUGH BRAINROT !!!! #i said i was gonna write macey/cammie and i DID !!!! #on the last day of break dhdhdhd #marie writes #gallagher girls #macey mchenry #cameron morgan #mmm they need a good ship name... thinking.. #marie.txt

[dvcte]

Hey Everyone, Here’s a brief list why I think it would have been so very fun if Preston had died in GG6?

By fun I mean ouchie but this has always been one of my favourite AUs.

It’s been awhile since I read book 6, so these are just some quick thoughts

Firstly: Why kill Preston in book 6? And that's because he did in earlier edits of the book. Like all the “Who won’t make it to Graduation” promo back in the day, that was Preston dying. Ally took it out sometime before the final draft obviously but I think it was pretty late and she implied it was a messy death.

I don’t think most of this matters when Preston dies, but the most obvious place is when escaping the prison, where instead of Bex taking a bullet and being alright, Preston takes a bullet and isn’t alright. And so for clarity, this list assumes he dies then 

Macey - A nice and obvious one but with lots of layers. Macey has known Preston for years, he pre-dates her spy lifestyle, but he keeps getting drawn into this life, it doesn’t suit him and it’s dangerous. The other girls at Gallagher ‘see’ Macey, as one of their own, a sister. Bex/Liz see her as a best friend, someone to trust. Cam sees Macey as someone struggling with a legacy and her own expectations. But Preston sees Macey as who  she really is; Not what she can’t do, Not what she can do, Not what she looks like, Not who she wants to be, Not who she expects to be, Not who she wishes to be but who she really is And one of Macey’s main motivation in books 5 and 6 is keeping Preston safe. She’s trusting these girls, trusting these adults and trusting all this training to be able to do this.

Cammie - Our main girl Cammie probably knows her runaway summer would have been so much worse if she hadn’t found Preston. He saw her kick a few adult men and recognised what he saw changing and growing in Macey, she already had. She doesn’t remember him saving her, he won’t remember saving him because she didn’t, he died. Cammie also see’s both father and son die, couldn’t save either. But at least Preston doesn’t have to experience the pain of losing a parent (she knows how that feels)

Failure & it’s consequences - honestly the main point here The girls have had missions go wrong before but its always been recoverable. In fact, let’s take an aside and remember the first time we see them fail in LYKY - the bottle/josh meet lesson, at the end of that Joe gives a very clear warning, if shit goes wrong, people can die. Now isn’t that fun. You can’t work out another plan once someone's dead. This is a real life changing impact and consequence of them messing up. The rescue mission was unsanctioned by the adults (as this is a quick list, we’re not touching implications for them) so its on the girls. They didn’t ask for help to get him out of Italy and it got him in prison, they didn’t ask for help getting him out and he’s dead, they risked their own lives for nothing, nothing else came out of that mission it was just rescue Preston. It’s also going to kill moral, a massive failure right as we climb into the climax. And there is the unknown, they changed fate, if he’d stayed in the prison the circle may have never have come for him, he might have been fine. But they chose to try and rescue him, and sealed his future, into a coffin.

The Circle & Preston as earnestness Its very likely, if Preston died, he would died before ever fulling clearing his name, people would have never known if he had a connection to the circle. And I think that's important, because Preston is such a good character. In political situations we see him follow the flow in dances, but he is kind to the old lady votes with an extra layer of sincerity that most wouldn’t expect from him. He worries about Charlie and Cammie and Macey because he sees and cares for people. He is such a sincere, kind, open hearted person, who would die with a stain on his name he did not deserve.

... trust me those are quick thoughts

#Also sorry I'm not very good at writing down my thoughts #like i dont even know if this makes sense #prestons death would have been deliciously angsty #however i totally understand why it was cut its a massive tone changer #gallagher girls #ally carter #united we spy #cammie morgan #preston winters #macey mchenry #gallagher girls AU

[superblycaffeinated]

Gallagher Girls Master List / Last Updated: 11/13/2023

Taylor | 28 | She/Her/Hers

Hey there! So happy you're here 💙 I drink far too much coffee and red wine, and I've been known to spend too long on graphics and playlists instead of just writing the damn thing.

I truly love Gallagher Girls and I'm always open to asks, comments, you name it - let's talk about theories about their past and their futures and how much we love these fictional characters 💙

Anything I've written is linked below and posted on Ao3 under superbcoffeedrinkersubparwriter (but you need to be a registered user to read over there). While I have spoilers at the top of anything posted, please make sure you read the Gallagher Girls series by Ally Carter as well as the fanfiction series "The Listen Series" by Sarah Coury (and really just everything @ averagejoesolomon has written). I honestly owe everything to these two series and authors - I never would have fallen back in love with writing without them. 💙

Anyways, you know how this works: I'd tell you I love you, but then I'd have to kill you.

-XX from a superbly caffeinated subpar fanfic author

REQUESTS - OPEN / PROMPTS (not required, but please use if you'd like)

The Current WIPs: All's Goode In Love & War - Zach Goode's POV throughout the original series. So Far, So Goode - the first in a series exploring the next, next generation (mega spoilers for both series) Stories From LYKY - small blurbs from various POVs inspired by moments from I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You Fulfilling Requests - thanks for your patience!

The Ones With Nebraska, Ace, Bombshell & Wise Guy - stories with Matthew Morgan, Rachel Cameron/Morgan/Solomon, Abigail Cameron (And Edward Townsend), Joe Solomon, and Catherine Goode

The Ones With The Chameleon - stories from Cammie Morgan's POV or about her and the people in her life.

The Ones With Zachary *Points to Himself & says "Spy"* Goode - stories from Zach Goode's POV or about him and the people in his life.

The Ones With The British Bombshell- stories from Bex Baxter's POV or about her and the people in her life.

The Ones With Elizabeth "Oopsie Daisy" Sutton- stories from Liz Sutton's POV (And Jonas Anderson occasionally).

The Ones With Macey "Sometimes People Run To See if You'll Come After Them" McHenry - stories from Macey McHenry's POV (And Preston Winters occasionally).

The Ones With The Next Generation Kiddos - stories from the point of view of characters from Sarah Coury's fanfiction next generation series (Maggie, Luke, Matt, Scout, Alice, Charlotte and more)

Goode Times- stories from and about my OC next next generation kids introduced in the series "Goode Intentions"

October 2022: Promptober can be found on Ao3

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls series

[howlnikiforov]

Has anyone read the Gallagher Girl series?

#im curious #bc like #i want to write fanfic #but i kinda need to know my audience first yknow? #gallagher girls #ally carter #cammie morgan #zach goode #zammie #bex baxter #liz sutton #macey mchenry

[maceyjanemchenry]

If this fic were a good it would be cotton candy, probably.

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls fan fic #cammie morgan #zach goode #gg fan fic #my fic #my writing #mine

[foxesandmagic]

Tagged in Catch Up

Because I’m lazy I’m doing a single post for all the things I’ve been tagged in over the past couple of weeks (sorry about that).

Tag people you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by the wonderful @heirsoflilith​, thank you.

* Favourite colour(s): Pretty much any blue.

* Last song I listened to: Um, no idea, I was listening to the radio so it could’ve been anything... The last song I actively remember listening to was Boy by Anne-Marie though. 

* Favourite musician(s): Changes a lot, but at the moment keep going back to Sam Fender and Yungblud.

* Last film I watched: Feel the Beat as background noise; though, the last film that had my full attention? Who knows.

* Last TV show I watched: Fort Salem. 

* Favourite character(s): Constantly changes; though, Eggsy Unwin is the first one to come to mind at the moment.

* Sweet, savoury, or spicy?: Depends on my mood, but probably sweet.

* Sparkling water, tea, or coffee?: Tea, all the way.

* Pets: One dog; a boarder collie.

Tagging: @raging-violets​, @fiercefray​, @randomestfandoms-ocs​, @catharticallysarcastic​, @sgtbuckyybarnes​, @anotherunreadblog​ and anyone else who wants to do this.

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Music Meme

I was tagged by the wonderful @missemmalie​ and @star-linedsoul, thank you so much.

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. 🎵 Make a new post, hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Doctor Doctor by Yungblud; 

Hypersonic Missiles by Sam Fender;

Lost by Dermot Kennedy; 

Journey to the Past from Anastasia the Musical;

Will we Talk? by Sam Fender; 

Lost on You by Lewis Capaldi;

Then by Anne-Marie;

My Petersburg from Anastasia the Musical;

My Strange Addiction by Billie Eilish and

Better Half of Me by Tom Walker.

Tagging: Anyone that wants to do this as I’m lazy; sorry!

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Thank you for existing, you are loved! Send this to ten people, who in your opinion deserves such a sweet message in their inbox. Nothing bad will happen if you don’t, but imagine the smiles! - @xjustbelieve

Tagging: @fiercefray, @ocfairygodmother, @richitozier, @isaaclahys, @iron-parkr, @whindsor, @kendelias, @farklelucas, @heirsoflilith​.

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✨🌼 wonderful person award 🌼 you are awesome and I am so glad you're here, you make the world a better place ✨ send this to 5 blogs you love and appreciate, let's spread some positivity 🌸 - @missemmalie​, @xjustbelieve​

Tagging: @harleyquinnzelz​, @kenobi-jinn​, @lmorasey​, @lizziesxltzmxn​, @xjustbelieve​, @missemmalie​, @alrion​, @scienceoftheidiot​, @codenamekryptonite​, @stanley--barber​.

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pass the happy! 🌻🌈 when you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last ten people in the notifications! - @queen-of-edolas​, @stanley--barber​

Tea; a good book; cute animals; ice skating; loud music to sing along to.

Tagging: @emilykaldwen, @darknightfrombeyond, @randomfandoming1, @cecesxwickedxocs, @abbysarcane, @eternityunicorn, @twinmasks, @farklelucas, @tonystarkshomeoflostkiddos, @codenamekryptonite. 

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My Top 10 OCs and Top 10 of Others’ OCs

I was tagged by the wonderful @stanley--barber, thank you.

My OCs (in no real order):

Fox (The Cure Series)

Alia Underwood (Constantine fanfiction)

Sylvester (Original story)

Lucinda ‘Luce’ Turner (Peaky Blinders fanfiction)

Roberto ‘Robbo’ Laverna (Sidekicks and Criminals)

Lilia Bennett-Hope (MacGyver and The Mentalist fanfiction)

Esme (Original story)

Amelia-Jane ‘A.J.’ Kane (Nightwing fanfiction)

Campbell ‘Cammie’ Morgan (Original story)

Alina Driscoll (A Discovery of Witches fanfiction).

Other’s OCs (in no particular order):

Tess Munroe by @fiercefray, The Order OC.

Amelia Queen by @darknightfrombeyond, Arrow OC.

Stella King by @sgtbuckyybarnes, Peaky Blinders OC.

Melanie Crowe by @ceruleanmusings, Teen Wolf OC.

Tessa Dunbar by @isaaclahys, Teen Wolf OC.

Leda Rose by @catharticallysarcastic, original OC.

Aislin Rose by @heirsoflilith, original OC.

Cleo Reed by @raging-violets, Until Dawn OC.

Alexandra Prince by @papergirlverse, Legends of Tomorrow OC.

Nathan Burkhardt by @xjustbelieve, Grimm OC.

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‘Stop! If you see this you have to marry the last fictional character in your camera roll.’ 

I was tagged by @eddies--gazebos, thank you.

So, going back a while I think the last one was Randall from The Order; I can live with that. 

Tagging: Whoever wants to do this - sorry, I’m lazy.

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💕Tag 10 People Who Deserve a Little Love💕 

I was tagged by the wonderful @thecharmedburrowspn-files, thank you. 

Tagged: @farradays, @darknightfrombeyond, @eternityunicorn, @hogwarts-is-my-wonderland, @starcrossedjedis, @notxjustxstories, @ceruleanmusings, @prophecy-grrl, @bravelittleflower, @lenonizi-fics.

#Other Things

[misscampbellclarington]

In Character Task

Full name? Campbell Renea (Renee-uh) Clarington

Nicknames? Cam, Cammie, Bell, Bells, Bella

Date of birth? Age? Zodiac sign? October 8, 1993. Libra.

Height? Build? 5′8″, Thin

Hair color? Hair style? Dark Auburn. It varies, generally, depending on my mood and how much effort I feel like putting in. Never messy, however.

Eye color? Eye Shape? Glasses or contact lenses? Blue, Round, and Neither for the time being.

Which facial feature is most prominent? Which bodily feature is most prominent? My eyes are my most prominent feature, I believe. As far as my body goes, I often get comments on my legs.

Other distinguishing features? Posture, mother all but beat it into me.

Skin? Hands? What are your feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, gloves, pristine, dirty, worn, soft with lotion, calloused, long nails, fake nails, bitten nails, etc) My skin is pale, and my hands are small, I suppose. I enjoy regular manicures, and my nails are rarely without fresh and meticulously applied polish. This goes for my feet as well. Dirty or unkempt feet draw a physical, visceral reaction from me. I am almost always wearing heels, outside of the gym and the studio. Though, I do enjoy sliding into my slippers once I’m able to settle for the night.

Make up? One will rarely see me without.

Scars? Birthmarks? Tattoos? I have a tattoo of a serpent on the top of my left foot. 

Type of clothes? How do you wear your clothes? Generally I am in dresses or skirts and sweaters. Occasionally jeans or shorts, if the occasion calls for it. My school uniform as well, of course. 

Race/Ethnicity? Does that affect you or how you were raised? How? 

Mannerisms? That is a tough question, and one really best answered by someone who isn’t me. Though, I will give it a go. I tend to be quiet, though I do not shy away from my own opinions and beliefs, nor will I refrain from voicing them. I almost always sit with my legs crossed. I do tend to clench and grind my jaw when I am upset, stressed, or nervous.

Where were you born? Where were your parents born? Where were your grandparents’ born? How many times have you moved in your life? I was born at Fort Campbell on the border of Kentucky and Tennessee. My mother was born in Las Vegas, Nevada, my father on the military base at Quantico. My paternal grandmother was from Paris, France, and my grandfather was born on the same base as my father. On my mother’s side, both were from Colorado. How many times have I moved? Perhaps it would be easier to ask how long I’ve stayed put. I would have to guess the number is somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 times. 

What are your family’s values? Do you agree? How does this affect you? (This question is gold! If you don’t answer any other questions, answer this one! You can talk about how your character and their family feels about the Master/slave monster dystopian world politics and I can use this for the group revolution plot!) The Clarington family upholds a slew of values: Driven work ethics, determination, power, class, prestige, respect, wealth, Dominance...While I can see the worth and reason for most, I cannot say I agree with them all. And, I cannot say I agree that the list should stop there. I feel my family is lacking in many values that are necessary to create and foster a ‘happy home’. Love, kindness, compassion, and humility are all sorely lacking. It doesn’t- rather, I do my best to act as if it doesn’t. Setting aside my personal feelings something I learned to perfect as a child. I do wish my parents were not so...Cold. I wish I’d been raised in an environment that taught me what to do with the emotions I feel, but force myself to hide. I wish that I knew how to find the balance between myself and what is expected of me. Naturally, the Clarington family fully embraces the world in which we live. The moment Riley and I turned 13, we began our training for the rest of our lives. We had and have plenty of time for that, though, and sometimes I wish things hadn’t been so rigorous and staunch. 

Are you in good health? Do you have any medical problems? I am, yes. I do not, that I am aware of.

Do you have any disabilities? Physical disabilities? I do not.

What past act are you most ashamed of? What past act are you most proud of? My inability to protect someone who trusted me to do so. I will have to get back to you on that.

What sort of sex do you have? The good kind? Passionate. Hot. Wild. Romantic. This also depends on the situation and mood.

Did you attend any kind of trade school before you got here? (So as a minor or in between the ages of 18-21, since it is law that all people go to a BDSM Academy at 21.) Prior to attending Dalton, I was in school, and was able to successfully obtain my Journalism and Writing degree. I attended a fast-tracked program, which allowed me to work through the curriculum at a quite rapid pace.

Have you had any jobs? What are your career goals? (The laws on this are the same as the real world so minors generally need a work permit BUT you can also work with the family business without anyone questioning at just about any age. And just like the real world, a lot of families put a lot of pressure on their children to follow in their footsteps.) To date, I have not, outside of the countless hours of volunteer work I have done. Ultimately, I would like to write for a noteworthy newspaper, such as The Post. 

What places have you visited on vacation? Oh, uhm...Nearly all 50 States, Canada, France, England, Japan, Germany, Russia.

Who is your favorite actor? Who is an actor you can’t stand? Morgan Freeman. Tom Cruise.

What is your favorite movie? Which movies do you absolutely hate? Dirty Dancing is my favorite movie. I do not typically go for the raunchier comedies. Anything Seth Rogan is generally a ‘no’ for me.

What is your favorite color? What is your favorite book? What is your favorite food? Sea Foam Green for color. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner is my favorite book. My favorite food is breakfast food. 

How often do you exercise? What are your exercise goals? Frequently and regularly. I’d like to focus even more on my flexibility. 

Do you enjoy hot weather, or do you prefer colder temperatures? I prefer things on the colder side. 

What do you think is the meaning of life? The meaning of life is to find life’s meaning.

If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would you say? 

#tasks:all #tasks:ic #tga starters

[cammie-morgan-goode]

On the deleted scenes, Ally said that instead of Cam seeing Mr. mosckowitz working out, Zach is also an option. But she still wrote Mosckowitz on the deleted scene. Can you fulfill my (& I know most of us, ahem) fantasy of it being Zach??? Thanks!!!

There's something weird about having boys go to your all-girls school. For one, it's an all-girls school which means no boys. For two, it's a whole different thing when said boys are trained better than you are.

Cammie hadn't realized that with the arrival of these boys, a ton of drama would ensue. She felt like she was drowning. And for the first time in her life, she was starting to feel like she just wasn't good enough.

There was a time when she was one of the best in her class. There was a time when people would see her train and think "I aspire to be that".

But now she was being overshadowed.

And for being the Chameleon? She didn't like it at all.

"One of a girl's greatest assets are her feet. If you cannot balance on the balls of your feet and anticipate where your opponent's feet are moving, you will not make it away from a fight." Ms. Hancock tells them, making her way along the mats on the ground. "Pay attention to your partner's feet. Pay attention to their movements. Do they lean on their left foot before they move? Do they suck in a breath before they punch? Do they pay more attention to your feet or your hands? Anything can give away your next move, ladies,"

Cammie stared at Bex across from her, watching her best friend smirk. She'd been sparring with Bex since the sixth grade. She knew that Bex favored her left leg. She knew that Bex's weakness were her knees and her hair. (Which could be anyone's weakness, but Bex made it personal!)

And without hesitation, Cammie's arm shot out, aiming for Bex's head. Bex dodged it easily, leaning onto her right hip. She ducked and swung her leg out, aiming for Cammie's left knee. But, Cammie sidestepped, making Bex fall to the mat.

Ms. Hancock called time and Cammie helped Bex up off the mats. The two girls grabbed their water bottles, drinking from them eagerly. They started following each other out, chattering on and on about nonsense. Cammie didn't even turn as the group of boys entered the P&E barn, faces already red from doing runs outside.

Bex was the one who stopped her though, hand flying out in front of Cammie's chest before she even made it off the mats. Cammie almost yelled at her in protest until she followed Bex's gaze.

The group of boys, some with their shirts off, were already shoving and pushing each other. They were loud and energetic, hyped up with excitement for their workout. Cammie had never seen anything like it.

Her gaze snags on a certain boy with dark hair, separated from the rest. His shirt is slowly getting drenched in sweat as he lags behind. Most would think he's slow and a weak link but, Cammie knew better. And she hated that the boy in question was making his way over to her.

Or so she thought.

Zach stopped a few feet behind the girls, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. He lifted his arms up above his head, his shirt lifting again. The Blackthorne boy shifted on the balls of his feet. Cammie couldn’t stop the image of Zach’s toned calves from entering her mind.

Cammie could feel her cheeks turning red which had nothing to do with the sweat already on her body. She wasn't staring of course but, she could see Zach out of the corner of her eye.

The boys were split away from each other. Some were down on the ground, doing pushups, their legs out straight and their chests a mere inch from the floor. Others had taken it upon themselves to throw punches at each other. But not Zach.

Zach was working out alone, no partner. No spotter. He preferred it that way.

Cammie tried not to notice Zach in the corner of the barn. She tried to focus on her own training or even moving her feet forward. But that was nearly impossible when the Blackthorne Boy in question was doing pull ups.

Zach's face was scrunched up with concentration as he pulled himself up over the bar. He alternated his legs, bringing them to his stomach and then letting them fall, never breaking stride.

Cammie could see the muscles straining beneath his shirt, see the tightening of the skin on his biceps. She could only imagine the smooth skin of his abs glistening with sweat. She knew he had lost count but, Cammie hadn't. 12... 13... 14...

Cammie hit the mat with a thunderous smack.

Her head hit the floor hard, her body crumbling beneath her. The fall left her gasping for air, chest heaving. And all she could see was Bex's snickering expression above her.

"Distracting, huh, Cammie dear," Bex said in her perfect accent.

Cammie coughed, trying to get air back into her lungs. She glared at Bex. Her eyes wide with anger. Until a tall figure entered her cloudy vision.

"Need a hand, Morgan?" Zach said, his eyes glistening with pride. He held out his hand again, this time in her line of sight.

Cammie cleared her throat and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. Cammie couldn't look him in the face. She knew her face was redder than Liz when she fell asleep by the pool in Alabama.

"Do you find me distracting, Gallagher Girl?" Zach asked, smirking so wide. He was practically grinning from ear to ear. And Cammie hated it.

"In your dreams, Zachary." Cammie said quickly, before turning on her heel and nearly running out of the barn.

She didn't think she ever felt heat like that when she was training before.

And she wouldn't mind if she felt it again.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

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[sanglantromantique]

Absolute horror settles over her... he stands behind her. She can almost feel the smile on his face.

"Oh Morgan~" he says with a snicker, leaving a flurry of kisses along her neck and shoulder. "You're so beautiful right now, you know that?"

The blood drips down her face, it's on her hands. She doesn't even remember what happened. Everything went red and when she regained her senses there she was -- standing over a body. God, they couldn't have been more than thirteen?

The last few days had been dark, frantic and distant. They'd been nearly killed by some Cammie asshole who thought they were Sabbat? When they got back to safety, she was so fucking hungry and...

"How--how did she get here, Marco?" She whispers. Her voice trembles. How did a literal fucking child get into their Haven? "How did she get into the apartment?"

He laughs softly. "I brought her here, of course... Is something wrong?"

"Of course something is wrong!"

It was more than the dead child, it was more than the blood that covers the bathroom, it was so, so much more.

"All of it, it's all fucking wrong!" The wall she had built of the last few years just shatters, it all comes crashing down and she sees herself -- and everything she'd done for him -- clearly again.

In all her life, in all one hundred and three years she had been a vampire, there was one thing she had never fucking done. One bridge she refused to cross. Never ever had she hurt a child (at least not directly). And here, because of him, she had crossed it.

Maybe it wasn't because of him. Maybe it's her own god damn fault. She had followed him deeper and deeper into that abyss, hoping she could reach him and pull him free but... he didn't want to come back, did he? And all that happened was she was in too deep to surface now. And that just makes it so much fucking worse. He might have put her in this room but she's the one who built the fucking house.

Nausea comes bubbling up but it doesn't fully take hold. She has to get out of here. She has to get away from this-- from the reality of what had happened.

"Morgan, babe, it's okay. It was just a human. Why do you care?"

((you ever LOOSELY plan a backstory and then when you go to write it out what ends up coming out is SO MUCH WORSE than what you'd planned???

That's what happened here. Kinda wanna smack my muse for fighting to keep him alive after this but she's... naive as fuck and doesn't want to admit that it's possible for someone to be too far gone.

It's like she says, love is a powerful fucking thing. It can be as much a force for good as for evil...))

#((backstory)) #((about the muse)) #((drabbles)) #child death tw #((some of us use roleplay to cope???))

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Do you think Grant/Jonas liked Bex/Liz? Why or why not? If yes, why didn't they pursue them like how zach pursued cam whatcha think? (Thoughts that keep me awake at night looool)

I think probably! As much as teenage boys usually like teenage girls. While Zach no doubt talked to other girls that semester and even potentially flirted with them his singular focus was pretty much Cammie. It’s another reason why I think Joe was up to something like that scene where Cammie sees Joe and Zach talking to each other while looking at her. Grant and Jonas don’t have any further investment (for lack of better phrasing) in Bex and Liz like Zach has with Cammie.

They may have pursued Bex and Liz off screen since it’s Cammie’s report so we mostly just get what furthers her story. And then of course there are stakes in Zach following Cammie after CMH that aren’t present for the other girls so they don’t warrant Grant or Jonas pulling Zach level stunts to pursue them. (Also Ally forgot about them after CMH lol)

#ask #answered #gallagher girls #zach goode #grant newman #jonas anderson #bex baxter #liz sutton #cammie morgan #doing some more shorter asks while I write about the goats lmao

[exequie-somnia]

Flesh...lingerie?

No.

Too much time with Camille.

What do I want to create???

The words float through her mind, chasing each other around and around. She wants to create something... Uniquely hers. It had been a long time since she had anything of her own -- everything was something she shared with Adam, everything was something he had approved of or suggested. What stirred passion in her?

The only thing that comes to mind is... Him. The only image that she can muster is his face, the only sound his voice. But that isn't hers, really, is it? Writing love poems, drawing portraits -- all of that was just...

Well, it was Cammie Toreador bullshit. It was Anarch bullshit. She won't be like *that*. She won't create things like *that*. No way, no how.

Morgan sinks further into the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest. Who... who is she without Adam?

Nothing, of course. She had been nothing when he found her. She had been a lost, scared and pathetic little mortal. He made her better but also made her...his.

She feels the brush of a hand on her shoulder and turns.

"Oh! Hey, hun!" Morgan smiles up at her beloved. The expression on his face is...frustrated, somehow.

"You seem upset." No greeting, right to the point. He sinks down beside her slinging an arm over her shoulders. "Tell me why?"

"I feel..." She bites at her lip. "I don't know. Lost? I dont know who I am, I don't know what my art is... I can't just be your apprentice forever, right? You'd want me to create art of my own, find my creative muse..."

"Morgan..." He heaves a heavy sigh, falling back against the couch, looking skyward. "How many times have we been over this? Isn't it enough to be my masterpiece?"

She tugs at her hair, shrinking in on herself. "I..."

"Aren't I enough?"

"Of course! Oh fuck that's not what I meant! I just... I want to make you proud of me. I want to be a good Childe."

There's a long pause and in the silence, the soft pained moans of Camille's newest project can be heard.

"Then have faith in me." Adam's voice is surprisingly sharp, making Morgan flinch. "Don't go letting others make you doubt what we've been working for these last five years..."

But what had they been working towards? He taught her how to be bait, how to draw screams from broken throats, where to cut to cause the fastest exsanguination... How to mold people to her will, how to wrap them around her finger... she had three such projects in the works right now -- college aged boys who were slowly and steadily falling desperately, hopelessly in love with her... There's that pretty blond girl that they're both working on but...that isn't *her* art -- it's his. There's a faint inkling at the back of her mind.

Masterpiece. She's the art? No that's...she's something special. Not like them, not like those art pieces. She's just going to be the perfect Toreador Antitribu -- that's all. The masterpiece is who she'll be as a vampire. That's it. That's all. He'd never hurt her.

"Stop worrying about it and let me do the thinking for both of us, hm? You've never been very good at it. " He plants a delicate kiss on her cheek and that...Oh that wonderful feeling fills her, that elation, that adoration, that intense need to make him happy. She sighs softly, a smile fixing itself on her face.

He was right... she didn't want to think, anyway. All these worries, all this anxiety... No, no. She would drop them right now and just go back to how things were before.

"You're right, of course you're right. I'm sorry."

"That's a good girl. Get some rest, theres a list of things Camille needs you to do sometime today."

#drabble #{vtm} #tw emotional manipulation

[queensusan]

IM REREADING GALLAGHER GIRLS SO CAMMIE/ZACH IN A HARRY POTTER SETTING FOR THE AU THING PLEASE AND THANK U

Cameron An Morgan was going to die, and not from any injuries sustained in the field, like she had assumed would be the case when she became an Auror, no, she was going to die because of paperwork.

There was a sound at the entrance to her office, and she looked up suddenly, not wanting to be caught slacking off, and was met with the green eyes and small smile of Zachary Goode, fellow Auror.

“Hey Gallagher Girl. Paperwork got you down?�� Cammie raised her eyebrows, annoyed at his choice of a nickname, considering she had graduated from Gallagher Academy for Magic quite some time ago.

“I see you don’t have any yourself?” She questioned quietly, trying to keep her wits about her.

He cracked a grin, “I finished mine already. Say what, if you manage to finish that, I’ll treat you to coffee after work.”

He waved goodbye, and left the office, and her head hit the table, already hearing Macey MacHenry’s snickering from the next office over because of course she heard that, she hears everything.

Forget paperwork. Zachary Goode was going to be the death of her.

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This is a little over 3 sentences but whatever I give myself a pass for never having written for this couple.

Give me a pairing and an AU and I will write a three sentence fic. (I also take platonic ships)

#gallagher girls #Gallagher girls fic #itsafic

[superblycaffeinated]

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Summary: the one at Matthew Morgan's funeral

2.3k words

warnings: mentions of alcohol and death

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

Stay, If You Want:

Rachel Morgan & Joe Solomon

It felt incredibly wrong that it was raining. Fitting, some might say. Matt would have been one of the some, probably. 

Something about how the rain was good for a day like today - how it was washing away the past, helping nourish and coax new life to take roots and bloom when the sun came back out. 

But as it pounded on the roof of the black town car, and I watched Cammie stare out the window at the scenery passing by like she wasn’t really seeing it, her tears and the rain mixing until I wasn’t sure which was which, all I could think was that it’s wrong. It’s all so wrong. 

The car comes to a stop and she makes no move to get out, has no hint of even realizing we’re not moving anymore and I have to be the one who notices now, alone. 

I reach forward, touching her hand gently and she jumps. Eyes that hurt a little when I look at them blinking at me, her shoulders dropping quickly as she returns from whatever far away place she was in. 

I run my hand through her hair that’s getting darker, curling a piece behind her ear as I offer what I intend to be a hopeful smile. “Ready, kiddo?”

She nods, swallowing loudly and opens the door. A black umbrella does the same above us, rain dripping down it rhythmically as she grabs my hand and we walk up the steps of the church together. 

“He was a great man, Rachel.”

“Wow, she looks so much like him.”

“I’m so sorry.”

The words continue to wash over me as I smile politely, accepting cups of tea, cards, flowers, shaking hands. Wondering if I have to do this all again, but with all the people who really knew him. Not that these people don’t…didn’t…know him. 

I watch Joy wrap her arm around Cammie, steering her towards the door as Andrew comes up to me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head and I steal a breath against his tie. The scent of familiar soap and detergent and I try not to think about all the ways I see Matt in him.

Stepping away from the hug, I avoid his eyes as he speaks quietly, a gravel to his words, “I think we’ll take Cam back home, Joy said she heard her mention being tired.”

I nod, and when he doesn’t retreat, I look up, not quite meeting his eyes as he squeezes my hands. “Rachel, you…are you okay? Are you sure going on this trip so soon after…” He shakes his head at a loss for words. 

“I need to go Andrew, I need to work, I need to…” 

My own words are lost at the sight of the man standing behind him. He’s wearing a suit I know he hates, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, back against the wall, staring at me and waiting. 

Andrew turns to see what’s caught my attention and straightens with a disbelieving, “Joseph?”

He looks like he’s going to be sick when his gaze meets Andrew’s, and I know he’s seeing what I’ve been avoiding all day. But despite that, he pushes off of the wall, coming over with his hand out, body rigid as Andrew engulfs him in a tight hug. I can’t help but smile a little, only to immediately have to look away, the memories too painful.

“I’m so glad you came, son. Did you see Joy before she left?”

Joe shakes his head, he blinks rapidly before finally whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Andrew hugs him again, slapping his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Joseph. Stay at the house tonight,” he pauses, seeming to realize the command and adjusts his tone, if only slightly, “If you want, of course.” He nods his head back towards my direction, “Keep an eye on her for me, will ya?”

The words look like they’ve broken him. 

But a small smile lifts his lips as he nods and looks away. Andrew kisses my cheek and leaves, disappearing out the doors and into the rain.

Joe and I stare at each other, a few last attendees gathering coats and dishes. I cross my arms and clear my throat, not quite sure what to say to your deceased husband’s best friend who you haven’t seen in years. 

“It’s been a long time.”

He nods. 

Joe blows out his breath, grabbing at the collar of his shirt and tugging. He looks around and squints as he asks, “Where’s Abby? Is…is…Cameron is she…” he trails off, taking a deep breath and loosening the knot on his tie. 

I turn away from him, heading over to the table where people left casseroles, cards, and my new best friend - a bottle of scotch. I grab two glasses meant for the lemonade and sit. He follows me in silence and I give us each a large shot, sliding one across the wooden tabletop to him. 

Joe’s thumb brushes down the glass, eyebrows pinched together. “It feels wrong to drink in a church. I can almost hear Matt’s-”

“Matthew’s not here.” I tip the drink back, swallowing all of it in a gulp. I swipe at my lips and pour more. 

Joe looks up from the glass at me with a frown, drinking his own shot as I slide the bottle towards him. 

I look around the room, ignoring the sting in my throat as I state, “Abby didn’t come.”

He stops mid pour, blinking at me, before continuing, a considerably bigger pour than the last. 

I keep going, holding the glass up and staring at the amber liquid, “Cammie left with Joy, if that’s what you were trying to ask. She’s all grown up since the last time you saw her. Starting 7th grade in the Fall.”

He takes a small sip, nodding as his knee bounces up and down. 

Joe’s knees don’t bounce. He doesn’t fiddle, he doesn’t stumble over his words. He’s really gone. 

We each take another drink and he swallows loudly, and as the last person exits he looks up at me. “Is she going to…”

I shrug, pouring myself more. “I hope so. It’s up to her though.”

“Rachel…didn’t…I thought Matt and you…”

“Matt. Isn’t. Here.”

Joe’s hands go into his hair, and he breathes out of his nose, eyes closing. “Rachel. I know he isn’t. But, do you really think Cammie entering into this-”

“Don’t.” 

“Rach-”

“Don’t Joe,” my words are watery, despite the threatening tone and I repeat it again, quietly, “Don’t.”

When I watch the green of his eyes turn darker, when I watch the slip of one tear fall past his lash line, and roll down his cheek, I shake my head at him.

He’s too fast though and he blurts it out, “Rachel, he wasn’t sure about her going. Really think about if you could do this for the rest of your life. Do you want-”

“I said don’t! Don’t act like you care! Don’t act like you know what he wants! Where were you Joe? Where have you been? Where is Matt?!” My chair clatters to the floor, palms smacking to the tabletop as my voice rises in a way it never has. 

“Rachel…he’s…” Joe swallows harshly, his adam’s apple bobbing and he rips at his tie. 

“He really is gone,” I whisper, chin trembling as I ask, “Isn’t he?”

Joe nods, staring at the glass of scotch, tears rolling down his cheeks. “There’s no trace. I tried. He’s gone. And I know he is, because no way he’d leave you and Cammie…there’s nothing that would keep him from coming home other than death.”

Everything is too tight, too warm, too wrong. It’s all so professional. It’s raining. It’s all so wrong. My dress is too tight and too black, my hair is clipped up in a way I never wear it. My tights have a run in them. My heels are too new and stiff. 

Matt would have thoroughly hated today. He would have wanted us in jeans, he would have wanted us sitting at the farm, or playing pool at a horrible bar, sharing stories and beer. He would hate that there wasn’t any chocolate. He’d hate that Abby wasn’t here. 

I unclip my hair and shake my head no, “He’s not. He could be…he’s not gone. He’s not.”

Joe stands carefully, voice quiet, “Rachel, please…”

I back away from him, kicking my shoes off and reach behind me, like I could try to wiggle out of my dress because it’s wrong. It has to be wrong. 

“No, no, no.” I sob, gripping my stomach at the ache that hasn’t left for months. The missing calls, the holes in his stories, the paperwork that leads to nowhere. It’s all too much, and too wrong and I fall to the floor, sobs that have wanted to leave me forever finally breaking out of my chest, free. Snot and mascara running as he kneels and puts his arm around me. 

I lean into his chest and just cry, for what could be hours. The rain pounds against the old wood siding and stained glass windows. Candles burn lower and dimmer and Joe just holds me in both of his arms. His tie and shirt are thoroughly ruined and the top of my hair is wet and we don’t say anything about it. 

We don’t talk about it when we stand and clean up. We don’t say anything as we make our way down to the last car in the parking lot, or the drive to the farm Joe still knows the way to. 

It’s not until we pull into the long gravel drive, past the red mailbox with ‘Morgan’ painted in white on the side that either of us makes a sound. 

Joe lets out a low and shaky breath. His knuckles turn white as they grip the steering wheel and he looks up at the old ranch, lights off except for one on the second floor. 

“She’s in his room.” I feel the need to clarify why his light is on, why that’s what’s there to greet us and he nods as he puts the car in park. 

I hold my heels in my fingers, other hand on the door before I turn back to him and take a longer look. 

He stares at the house, his jaw tense, covered in stubble that reminds me of when he was younger, but there’s lines of worry and laughter next to his eyes, traces of the years it’s been. 

“Andrew was right, you should stay,” a small smile lifts the corners of my lips briefly, “If you want.”

Joe turns to me finally, and blinks. Green eyes roaming over my face slowly and he clears his throat, looking at the steering wheel. “Can’t. I’m sorry.”

I nod, already expecting that answer and I open the door, one foot out before I turn back to him. 

“Don’t be a ghost this time, okay?”

“We’ll see each other,” he nods, “Promise.”

A slightly larger smile starts to form on my face, a little lightness returning to me as I ask, “I thought you didn’t make promises?”

He sighs, grabbing me in a hug. “I’ll always break my rules for the Morgans in my life.”

The hug, despite a console between us, feels like it’s been needed for years and I squeeze him back tightly, before clearing my throat and stepping out of the car. I close the door and start towards the front porch. 

The sound of his window rolling down has me turning to look back though and Joe licks his lips, before he gives me a nod. 

“Take care, Ace.”

I smile, rolling my eyes as a watery laugh leaves me, “You too, Wise Guy.”

Waving to each other, I don’t make my way up the steps until I see the red brake lights turn right at the mailbox, heading down the road. 

“Mom?”

I jump, hand on my chest as I spin to face her. She stands behind the closed screen door, one of Matt’s sweatshirts engulfing her and I press my fingers to my lips, tears slipping past my lashes. 

She steps out, wrapping her arms around my waist, my heels clattering to the porch as I wrap myself around her tightly. My hands drift lazily through her hair as she cries and eventually she wipes at her cheek, hiccuping. “Who was that?”

“Oh, just an old friend of your dad and I’s.” 

Cammie pulls away a little and my palms cup her cheeks, and suddenly Matt’s eyes in her don’t bother me as much. I just want to stare at them for as long as I can, take her in exactly as she is in this moment and every moment. Run my hands through her hair that’s the same color as his every second. I want to study her and notice every little thing that is distinctly and wonderfully him in her features and personality. 

“Do you have to go?” She whispers. 

I smile sadly, nodding, as I curl a piece of her hair around her ear. “I do. But, after this…I won’t be gone as much. But I will be at my new job.”

“New job?”

“Remember how your dad and I talked to you about my school?”

She nods, and I can’t help but notice the little bit of hope that fills her eyes, the eagerness and curiosity and that of course she’d want to go. 

I kiss her forehead before offering, “I’m going to be the Headmistress there, starting in the fall, and I wondered if you’d like to go to school there? You don’t necessarily have to do what your father and I do…did. It’s a great school, you’d get in to any college or job you want after. And we’d see each other all of the time.”

As she nods, I pull her in for another hug, hoping I’m making the right decision. I look up at the now clear night, the clouds parting to show off a sky filled with too many stars to count. It had stopped raining, and maybe it was his way of saying we’d be okay. 

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