#abby cameron

[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?

[cammie-morgan-goode]

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)

[depressedwetnapkin]

Gallagher Girls and Their Food Crimes

Cammie: Eats popcorn without salt or butter

Bex: Made a steak out of A1 sauce and then made the actual steak into the sauce

Liz: Texas Pete's on eggs

Macey: Salad with no dressing if any sort

Tina: Ate a banana. Sideways. With the peel.

Eva: Eats cupcakes by licking off all the frosting and then eating the cake

Courtney: Worships Chick-fil-A sauce

Mick: Pickels. On pizza.

Kim Lee: Bites string cheese instead of tearing it

Anna: Melts cheese in a bowl and eats it with a spoon when she's too lazy to make actual food

Zach: Eats the weird bread with the seeds in it

Grant: Will and has eaten anything available (to be fair, the grilled cheese had been under the bed for only a few days)

Jonas: Eats the dark dark chocolate (the type that's probably used in interrogations)

Rachel: Self explanatory

Abby: Ate an entire baguette sideways

Matt: Dips his pizza in honey mustard

Joe: Dips his pizza in barbecue sauce

Townsend: Has no taste buds whatsoever

Catherine: Has an obsession with sour apple flavored candy

[justatidalwaveoffeelings]

Abby and Towsend talk like adults

There was a loud knocking at her door. She looked at the clock 12am. She thought that maybe if she did answer the person would just give up and go away. Instead the knocking got louder.

She opened it and none other than Edward Townsend was standing there. She wasn't in the mood to deal with him.

"If you keep knocking like that your going to wake the  faculty staff. Go to your own bed, Edward."

He walked past her into her suite knocking her on her shoulder as he went.

"Hey, this is my space and you can't just come barging in here and----"

His lips found hers. Strong and soft and sure. She was caught off guard for the smallest of moments. What the hell was wrong with her. She didn't want him like this, she wouldn't just forget. They had their fair share of fights but she wasn't about to get carried away in passion to let this one blow over. She needed clarity. He had told her the story but something was missing.

She put a hand on his chest slowly pushing away. He looked at her like he knew exactly what she was doing.

"Nuh uh. I'm not doing this. You can't just do this. We need to talk. Something I know you're not a fan of but if you want to stay with me your going to get better at it."

He put his hands on his hips and stared at her. "You barely talk with me. Even after I explained and we "made up".  Plus  you're not exactly the essence of great communication."

She rolled her eyes. Starting to get angry again. She couldn't help herself.

"You have a SON. An 18 year old with a literally terrorist. The woman who has been making it her personal business to torment my family. You think I'm just going to forget that you DIDNT TELL ME?!"

"So much for you being worried about waking the other faculty Abigail."

"Get out"

"No."

"Get the hell out of my face."

"Not until we talk, really talk, I said I was sorry. I don't really know how to get to you right now"

She looked in his deep blue eyes, as serious as ever. She didn't want to forgive him but he kept coming back to her somehow so maybe all of those crazy feelings she has had for him mean something.

She grabbed his arm and yanked him to the tiny couch. She shoved him to one end and she sat on the other. Knees crossed and arms folded.

"When did it start"

"Abby, I already told you," 

"No. When did it start."

"I was young, and foolish, and I thought at one point that I loved her. We worked together briefly, on a CIA/MI6 exchange.

We were handling sensitive materials and she was using me to get my Intel. Not that she ever heard it from me, more like my office.

We slept together on and off for about a year. Towards the end of that year i was suspicious about us and she finally tipped her hat like the crazy woman that she is.  It's been over ever since. I really didn't know. You've heard that before though. So what is that your looking for?" 

She took it all in. She had heard that before. Why did it feel like she needed something else? Security. She needed security.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were with her?"

He scoffed and dragged his hand down his face.

"Becuase it wasn't my proudest moment and I know how much you hate her and I---didn't want to push you away or lose what I have with you. Although now that you found out this way it's not seemingly hopeful either."

Abby couldn't help herself, she uncrossed her arms and scooted closer.

"Ya it was pretty stupid of you, but I don't think I'm ready to be done. Do you have any other crap things you need to own up to?"

He looked at her and smirked. "Even if there was anything left, you jumped straight into the deep end on the worst things Edward Townsend ever did."

"I believe you. I really care about you but I'm tired of our on and off again thing. This whole back and forth thing is hurting more now a days. I'm sick of it."

"What are you proposing, Abby?"

"I don't know. What am I to you? I thought we were more serious this time Edward. You didn't tell me that you were with her and then we have the added bomb that you fricken procreated with that woman."

"Abby, I'm sorry. I care about you. Seriously. I don't want to loose you over this but I'm getting so tired of having this conversation with you. What is that your looking for from me?"

She looked at him. She couldn't help herself, her eyes started to well and she went to stand. Unfortunately for her, he also stood. He pulled her to him and brought her head down to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her.

She finally spoke.

"It just sucks. You feel so secure and happy and then all over again I don't know if I love you."

His head snaps back.

"Love. You love me?"

"Well I thought so but I'm so confused right now. I don't know what I think."

He looked at her confused?

"You don't know that I love you? More than I've loved someone before?"

She shook her head.

Apparently the weight of what he said washed over him so he threw in a small insult that she also annoyed him like no other too. They sat there for a moment. Both realizing they really were "in love" whatever that meant.

She went to kiss him. She said "I love you".

He smirked "I love you too. We will figure the rest out later."

She laughed a little. "No one can know though, okay?"

He just kissed her again.

[g-girlshavingfun]

He has good taste and that redeemed him

Remember when we didn’t like Edward Townsend?  Good times

[fadedpetal]

blah blah blah

*goes back to reading smut*

[hotshotsxyz]

"this is torture, isn’t it?" "not in the slightest." with any pairing of your choosing but like. HEAVY pining.

(buddie) (370 words)

 He knows now, is the thing.

It was—it was fine, before, more or less. But now he knows, and for all that he’s practiced packing away his feelings, Eddie doesn’t know how to put this one back in its box.

“This is torture, isn’t it?” Hen asks sympathetically.

Eddie takes a long sip of beer. Maybe it should be, but it’s not. It hurts, yeah, watching that starry eyed smile of Buck’s turned on someone else, but he’s happy, and that’s kind of everything Eddie needs.

“Not in the slightest,” he murmurs in response.  

Hen looks at him and frowns. “If you told him—”

Eddie shakes his head. “I wouldn’t do that to him.”

“Your feelings aren’t a burden, Eddie,” Hen says sadly.

Eddie sweeps his gaze across the bar until it lands on Buck. He’s half in Tommy’s lap, in the middle of an animated conversation with Lucy and Ravi. He’s flushed pink, a color Eddie’s had the privilege of watching spread across his cheeks a thousand times, on his couch, in Buck’s kitchen, between one beer and the next.

He’s perfect, and Eddie—

Well, Eddie’s pretty sure he could ruin him.

“He’s happy,” Eddie says, and it aches.

“You don’t think he’d be happy with you?”

“He might,” Eddie allows. “But I know he’s happy with Tommy, and I won’t ask him to walk away from that.”

Hen lays a warm hand on Eddie’s forearm, and all at once it occurs to him that it’s been… god, he doesn’t know how long, since the last time Buck touched him.

“Your happiness matters too,” Hen says quietly.

Eddie shrugs. “Not as much as his.”

“Say that to him,” Hen says pointedly.

Buck’s eyes find Eddie’s, almost like he knows he’s the subject of their conversation, and he grins. Eddie can’t help but smile back at him.

“I know,” Eddie admits quietly. “I just…”

“It’s okay to be scared.”

Eddie swallows harshly. It isn’t that. Or—or it is, but he’s not scared for himself. But he maybe—

He maybe is scared of himself.

Because he wants, and for Eddie, wanting has never ended in anything but heartbreak.

“He’s happy,” Eddie repeats.

It has to be enough.

[batbitten86]

fuck questions like “what you favorite color?” tell me what fictional character you’re so obsessed with you can’t even think or hear about them 

[winterrrnight]

KEZ!!! I just thought of an amazing idea😭, you know how Ward lended Rafe, Cameron industries…what about before Rafe married reader, she always dreamed of having (the pictures), a majestic bookroom filled w books. So!! Before getting married she would always talk abt Rafe building anything similar for her, and since we all know Rafe is OBSESSED w wife, he already started rough drafts to make sure wife got everything she wanted, what Rafe vowed to her 🥹

IM GOING CRAZY IM GOING CRAZY IM GOING BATSHIT CRAZYYYYY abby I'm kissing your brain rn so hard 🥹🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼

part of this little universe <3

rafe has always known about his wife's obsession for books and her dream of having a book room, all of it decorated with aesthetics that she loves with all her heart (like literally anything!! whatever aesthetic the reader loves) and filled with so many books, like basically she wants her own little home library. 🥹

and rafe practically vowed the day she told him about her dreams that he will give it to her.

so the drafts were started, the ideas were thought, the sketches were made, and he was so determined to give her what she wants.

so, I believe that after their wedding when his wife gets to see their new house for the first time that rafe has been having built since the day he decided he's going to marry her and wants her in his life forever, the first room she's taken to is the bookroom!!!!

and its decorated exactly like how she used to tell him.

she wasn't even sure he would remember, but she is so in awe when she sees how much attention he paid to the details, how everything is just exactly the way she would describe to him.

she just didn't know rafe would be so lost in her words when she used to be telling him about her dreams of owning something like that, and how he loved that dreamy look in her eyes that she gets each time she talks about something she's extremely passionate about.

and to see her dreams come to literal life, you all best believe she has to pinch herself to convince her mind it is real!!!!

and then rafe shows her around, showing her everything he got built in the room and she's just so in awe with the way he practically bought heaven to existence for her.

after they start living there rafe knows that there's a good chance she's almost always in that room, reading something she loves so so much.

and after she's done reading whatever book it was that kept her so intrigued she would share her crazy theories on the book and rafe would listen to her no matter what!! cause he loves her!! with her whole heart!! he'll bring her the entire solar system if she asks for it!!

her face again has that dreamy look he so so so SO loves, and he gets lost in it. lost in her soft expression, her voice, her gaze... and its like he's falling in love all over again.

goodness he's so so whipped for her, he's never letting her go for real. she's her goddess always and forever 💘

tagging my baes @runningfrom2am & @chenslucy who i know will eat this up!!!!

(share any of your husband!rafe thoughts and headcanons and/or your other drew/rafe/zach thoughts! sfw only <3)

[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?

[cammie-morgan-goode]

Whre do you think is rachel and joe's honeymoon?

(There’s an addition to this ask about Abby and Townsend’s honeymoon as well.)

I feel like it was super easy for Rachel and Joe to figure out where they went on their honeymoon because the two of them are such homebodies. They would much rather be at Joe’s cabin in the mountains than be at some fancy resort in the Bahamas. Just the two of them, some crisp autumn air, the smell of honeysuckle and mint wafting in the breeze. The windows are open and the two of them are lounging on the couch watching movies all day. They move to the kitchen and Joe spins Rachel around before pulling her safely into his arms. They get tangled up by the counter, by the table, on the couch, in the bathtub and shower, and end up in the bedroom. At the end of the days, they sit drinking wine and look up at the stars. It’s simple. It’s perfect. And it’s them.

Now, Abigail and Edward are total opposites. They leave the states in the middle of the night, bags packed, no note, like two kids sneaking away from their parents. They get a private jet and they bounce around the world like they own it. They argue over which way to go when walking the streets of Dubai. And they lounge by the water in Santorini, Greece. They chase each other through Budapest on a fake Op for old times sake. They sight see in Berlin, eating their way through the cobblestone shops. And they swim their way through the Maldives. They buy countless postcards, writing what they did and put them in a scrapbook that Rachel made for them because she needs to know that they had fun. They kiss when they board the planes, they laugh when they get drunk on wine and old fashioned whiskey, and they hold each other through the night tangled up in old sheets and buried beneath pillows. It’s an adventure filled with fun and memories as they act like teenagers drunk on love. Time means nothing because it took them so long to just get to this moment. And they relish in it.

When each of them come back, Abby and Rachel lock themselves up in the office at Gallagher, giggling like they did when they were kids. And Joe and Edward just awkwardly look at each other, clap the other on the back, and dive into a play by play of how Abigail managed to lose not one but four sets of military grade sunglasses. And how Rachel managed to almost burn down the cabin twice while making mozzarella sticks.

(written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

[dumbfuck11111]

❥i need someone to thrust their fingers inside me rn and choke me till i’m unable to breathe

[g-girlshavingfun]

One of my favourite one shots that I reread constantly btw

Ok, so I don't write. I have never written a fanfic. This doesn't have a name and it's probably poorly written. It's Rachel's point of view around the time of Cammie's second kidnapping attempt. I was bored and I had this idea stuck in my head so here it is. I debate not even posting it but what the hey🤷🏼‍♀️

@averagejoesolomon you totally got me hooked on the Rachel only calls Matt, Matthew. So all the credit to you on that one!

This whole thing is basically read at your own risk. Haha

Just like that, what she had left of her world was crumbling. It happened so quickly. Rachel hadn't seen what had happened. She just knew that one moment she had been talking to Cynthia McHenry and the next she felt her instincts as an operative hit her like a swift punch to the gut.

Something was wrong. She looked around the ballroom looking for Cammie but she didn't see her. She didn't see any of her freinds or even that Goode boy. Never one to be dissuaded from her mission, she  decided to look for Abby. She at least she might know where her neice was.

As much as her sister annoyed her, she was happy to have her back in her life. However temporary it might be. She was aware how an operative's life gets crazy. She knew her sister was dedicated but she didn't know how far they would be pulled apart when she stepped out of the field after Matthew's passing. They had just recently talked about why there hadn't been much contact between the two of them in recent years. Why Abby had walked farther away from Rachel and Cammie and deeper into her various covers. Rachel knew the guilt the came with losing Matthew. The countless nights that kept her up thinking about what might have happened if she told if him to stay home. If she had pulled the "wife card" and asked him not to keep secrets. She knew that Abby had been hurt. Rachel had never lived through anything harder. It didn't surprise her that everyone else who also loved him felt the same. When he died there was a very real whole in each of their hearts. She had suspected Abby just didn't know how to miss Matthew with her. After all, her sister had never been one to grieve in front of others. Rachel hadn't know just how deep routed her sister's guilt and regret had dragged her. Rachel regretted not going to get her baby sister back sooner after Matthew's passing but she hadn't wanted to press Abby too hard in a time of grief for both of them.

Now, if only she could FIND HER.  Her sister always had a knack for being where she wasn't supposed be. So, if Rachel could think if the most inconvenient spot for someone to be she might find her.

When she had finished looking around the ballroom the hair on the back of her neck started to stand on end. She felt a cold sweat start. Her blouse was too tight. She pulled at her collar and silently chastised herself being so obviously uncomfortable. Rachel wanted to tell her instincts to shut up, that nothing was wrong. She knew better though, something was off.

She felt eyes. She pretended to check her make-up in a small compact while checking behind her. She locked on a familiar pair of green eyes staring back at her. Of course he was there. She had just checked the whole room and hadn't spotted him once. If Joe was about to poke fun about her being off now was not the time. When she turned to face him she realized that he wore an expression just as grim as her own.

"You got the same sick feeling in your gut?"

Before she could respond something seemed to dawn on Joe.

"Where's Cammie, Rachel?"

"I don't know. I've been looking for her, or her roommates. Even Abby."

"Zach". Joe mumbled the boy's name. "He's probably with her, right? Did you see them slip out?"

"No, well maybe, but if I knew that I wouldn't be so gosh darn worried now would I, Joseph?!" She hadn't meant to snap but she was feeling worse by the second. Now her instincts seemed to be at work on her stomach.

When the shot went off they didn't question where it had come from. They didn't need to wait for some sort of command. Old habits did truly die hard.  They were across the ballroom in seconds. Not drawing the attention of a single onlooker. They slipped out the back door into a dark ally. The Circle. They were there. Beside her Joe started to speak into thier comms unit. There was a big problem. Rachel looked for Cammie. She was being snagged back down the ally, toward the safety of the door by Zach. Neirher of them was bleeding. She was able to breath agian. The bullet could have been a warning shot. It didn't feel that way though. Where did it land?

She brought herself back to the scene. They were after her daughter and she had to protect her daughter. The kids were fighting like operatives. That was something the headmistress in her couldn't have missed and was quietly proud of. Now only if they could all get out of it. Other gallagher girls rushed out beside her, ready for the fight, ready to protect Cammie.

The second that Rachel could she ran at Cam. Yelling Cammie's name she threw herself against her daughter, deeper into the shadows of other gallagher girls. Farther into safety. Only after the immediate securing of Cammie did Rachel realize that people were still screaming. It was Macey standing over.....

Abby. Abby. Abigail. She knew Cammie was secured. Joe would help make sure of it. She needed to get to her sister. She needed to help her sister. She was bleeding from the shoulder, there was so much blood pooling beneath her. Rachel couldn't breathe. She couldn't catch her breathe. Rachel had always been cool under fire; a natural operative. This felt so different. The operative in her was mad for missing the fight. For not getting there in time. The mother in her was scared and hurting for her daughter. The sister in her felt cheated and so very crushed. She couldn't lose Abby on top of everything else. Her heart beat to one terrible pulse-  She was not ready to lose anymore family. She dropped to her knees beside her sister. She didn't know if she had told Macey to go back to her roommates but she got up and walked away. Rachel pressed some leather jacket into her sister's wound. She didn't realize that she was crying until she saw her own tears falling on Abby's face. Rachel was screaming. She really. couldn't. breath. She heard screaming and crying in the background. Cammie. She couldn't take this or rather she didn't want to. Her sister way dying in front of her and her daughter was being emotionally tormented. She debating getting up, but she couldn't stop crying. She didn't want Cammie to see her so emotionally distraught and she couldn't bring herself to her feet. Cammie would have to be strong.

Joe was on the seeminly knew what she was thinking because instead of coming toward Abby he commanded the women around Cammie. Keeping her safe. Cammie's sobbing became softer. Rachel's didn't.

She didn't get up when the paramedic team arrived. She wasn't going to leave Abby. She couldn't lose her. She didn't feel like a good operative in control. She felt like a big sister, weak from all that crying. She felt Joe behind her. Pulling her up from her knees. Trying to tell her to let go of Abby's hand. She forced Joe to let go of her arms. Desperate to be the one who fixed it. To do something, anything. All she could do was tell the medic what she saw, and tell Abby that she was going to be ok.

When she turned back around he was there. Teary but not crying yet.

"She's strong. She'll pull through". He tried to reassure her but his voice shook. His hand on her arm felt unsteady. Joe never cried. It was going to be a long night. She had to keep busy. She went to check on her daughter. She couldn't lose any more of her family. 

Rachel saw the footage. She knew in that it all happened in a few minutes. It felt like this night would never end. She watched that security footage obsessively outside of her office, sitting on the corridor floor with her head on the wall, right underneath Gilligan's sword. Cavan's sword. Maybe Abby was right. They should have thrown it in the lake. Her daughter was asleep inside her office, away from danger for now. Abby was in surgery. Abby might of died. Abby could still die. Every time she let herself linger on that fact she felt like crying all over again. So, she didn't let herself think of it. She watched the security clip again waiting and watching for a clue. Something. She couldn't truly focus on it though. She was too tired or emotionally distraught. It didn't matter the reason, she knew that a truly great operative had to know when to wave her white flag. In that moment she didn't even feel a little guilty about turning off the video.

Joe stepped out of her office. She did a double take, the last time she had seen him look that way was the night he told her about Matthew. He had been crying. Joe Solomon does not cry. There he was though. He face was streaked eith tears and his shoulders shook slightly. She braced herself for the worse but he just stood there. He looked awful. She moved forward to give him a hug. She couldn't help herself, she started crying again too. Rachel hated to cry in front of anyone but she figured that this secret was safe with him, just like any of the other she had shared with him.  She was thankful that she had a freind in him. Thankful that someone else loved Cammie and was willing to fight for her. 

After a moment they separated and sat down on the corridor floors.

"I'm so sorry Rachel. I'm so so sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"Joe. After everything that's happened tonight, we are not going over this again..  Its not your fault". Joe started to cry again. Rachel hadn't seen Joe cry so much. She couldn't resist asking him

"What?"

He looked at her pitifully. "You don't know whats my fault, belive me. I.... I think you should think it's my fault."

She wasn't suprised that he was saying these things. She knew of course that he felt guilty. Matt went on the mission he was supposed to. She just wished that he didn't get so hung up on it.

He continued "This never would have happened if Matt were here. He would have taken care of it, you know?"

Of course she didn't know that to be true but she had felt it as well. She didn't want to dwell on what it could have been so she told him that they didn't know that. That he couldn't control who the director sent on that mission. The circle might have come after Cammie even if Matt was alive. Matthew was just a human being, who made mistakes. They didn't know if Matthew being alive would change everything. Joe didnt seem convinced though and Rachel couldn't blame him. It was well worn territory in a familiar conversation. They didnt truly fight, but when it came to blame about Matthews death they didn't exactly see eye to eye. Rachel thought about Matt. It struck her though that as bad as it was at times it could also be worse. Rachel thought about losing Cammie or Abby or even Joe and shuddered. She didn't want to lose anymore family.

She tried to reassure him

"Hey, it will be ok. We will take care of it together ok? We'll all take care of one another. We will do the best we can. Just promise me we will try. Ok?"

Joe had stopped crying but his attention seemed to be drifting.

"I'll try...ok?" It sounded so defeated. Rachel didn't want to press him further. Everyone had already had such a rough night. She let the conversation go until he quipped.

"I feel like I should be telling you these things."

They couldn't help each giving a small laugh

They sat there. They waited for a doctor to come tell them that Abby would make it. They sat and waited for Cammie to wake up. Theorized ways to keep her out of harms way. They talked about surviving. All of them. Together.

Rachel rested in knowing that at least for that day. She wasn't losing any more family. 

[gildengirl]

If Abby and Townsend didn't first get together with the cliche "Shut up." "Make me." then I don't know what to tell you, because they most certainly did.

[ophelisstuff]

Who do you write for?

i love this question tysm for asking it, I should also fix my master list as well!

I can write for

- Rafe Cameron

- Paige Bueckers

- Caitlin Clark

- Ellie Williams

- Abby Anderson

- requested celebs/television or movie characters

- KK arnold

- Kate Martin

- and upon more knowledge hopefully Emily Engstler!

I also try to step outside my comfort zone when writing and not limit myself. So I have no problem with writing for characters and people aren’t listed above!

Feel free to request anytime !

[maesfics]

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 '𝑒𝑚 . . . ᥫ᭡

OUTER BANKS.

↬ jj maybank. from the nextflix series "Outer Banks," is a charismatic and impulsive troublemaker with a heart of gold.

↬ rafe cameron. from netflix series "Outer Banks," is a troubled and unpredictable rich kid grappling with deep-seated issues and a desire for approval.

SEVENTEEN.

↬ boo seungkwan. better known as Seungkwan from the K-pop group SEVENTEEN, is celebrated for his powerful vocals and dynamic stage presence. His quick wit and humor make him a standout personality both on and off stage.

↬ lee seokmin. better known as DK from the K-pop group SEVENTEEN, is a talented singer with a bright personality and a heartwarming smile.

↬ hong jisoo. better known as Joshua from the K-pop group SEVENTEEN, is a gentle and soft-spoken singer with a serene presence and a knack for songwriting.

↬ kim mingyu. from the K-pop group SEVENTEEN is a charismatic and visually striking member, known for his model-like appearance and easygoing, friendly demeanor.

↬ choi seungcheol. better known as s.scoups, the leader of K-pop group SEVENTEEN, is known for his strong leadership, deep voice, and caring nature, often acting as a supportive pillar for the group.

↬ yoon jeonghan. from the K-pop group SEVENTEEN is known for his angelic visuals, playful personality, and soothing vocals that add a unique charm to the group's dynamic.

↬ xu minghao. known as the8 in the K-pop group SEVENTEEN, brings a unique blend of martial arts-inspired dance moves and a soft, ethereal vocal style. His artistic sensibilities and fashion-forward image add a distinct flavor to the group's performances

THE LAST OF US (VIDEO GAME).

↬ abby anderson. from the video game "The Last of Us Part II," is a fiercely determined and physically strong character, driven by a deep sense of loyalty and a quest for revenge.

↬ dina woodward. from the video game "The Last of Us Part II," is a brave and compassionate survivor, known for her witty sense of humor and supportive nature.

↬ ellie williams. from the video game "The Last of Us I & II," is a resilient and complex character, marked by her toughness and emotional depth in a post-apocalyptic world.

ALL OF US ARE DEAD.

↬ lee su-hyeok. from "All of Us Are Dead," is a resourceful and athletic high school student, known for his bravery and quick thinking during the zombie crisis.

↬ choi nam-ra. a character from "All of Us Are Dead," is depicted as a mysterious and intelligent student, who harbors a secret strength amidst the chaos of a zombie outbreak.

↬ lee cheong-san. from the series "All of Us Are Dead," is portrayed as a brave and selfless high school student, who emerges as a protective figure during a zombie apocalypse.

XO KITTY.

↬ minho. from the series "XO, Kitty," is a charming and thoughtful character, known for his kind heart and the sweet, supportive role he plays in the story.

TRUE BEAUTY.

↬ lee suho. from the series "True Beauty," is a handsome and aloof high school student who harbors deep emotional scars beneath his perfect exterior.

↬ han seojun. from "True Beauty," is a charismatic and tough-looking character with a warm heart and a hidden passion for music.

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