Gallagher Girls Head Canons

Headcanon: An idea, belief, or aspect of a story that is not mentioned in the media itself, but is accepted by either the reader themselves or the fandom in general.

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

Do you think Zach and Cammie do end up having kids ?

To put it shortly, yes.

I think they both have seen what the spy life can result in for kids but they also have this want to have a family and experience life moments they didn't fully get. They understand their child will also not have a normal childhood, but also recognize that they have more support in place. Honestly they probably both take a step back from the super dangerous jobs to the just sort of dangerous jobs to hopefully allow their child (and family) a sense of "normalcy". They also probably wait until a long time to have kids so they can be more "settled" into their lives.

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

Joe-Zach bonding since (probs) childhood headcanons pleaseee

Okay apparently today is the day that I clean up my ask box.

Thanks for asking! I am not in a space where I am creating my own head canons for this series right now. However, this is a submission blog so if people want to submit them I am happy to post/share them! (Although with how long I have been silent who is even reading this....lol...)

okay wait I have one: When Zach first started coming to the cabin Joe would take him fishing. It was Joe's space to clear his head and honestly he thought Zach could use that skill in the future (and probably then too). He took Zach out on a little motor boat and while Zach is a prepared-for-all-things-and-situations type of person, he was not prepared for the boat to lean so much when Joe brought in a fish and lets just say they both ended up in the water....

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

ugh every time i re-read the gallagher girls series i come to your blog and just feel so grateful that someone (and a whole lot of other people who have submitted headcanons for all these years) has put so much time into sort of “continuing” the legacy of this wonderful, wonderful book series 🥰🥰🥰 thank you!!!

Thank you for this! I haven't been very present in the GG world lately, but seeing this message was very heartwarming. I re-read the series every couple of years and it takes me back to teen me that dreamed of being a spy. This community is truly wonderful and their love of the books is clear. I might not be very present in this space but I still see posts from time to time and it makes my heart so happy that Gallagher Girls are still a strong community.

[cammie-morgan-goode]

Do you think Zach renovated their family home after everything? Like he talked about his mom wanting to fix it and stuff, right? Do you think he somehow did that?

Honestly I don’t think he did.

I think that house held too many memories. I think he and cam just kept it as a safe house.

But! I think he and Cam eventually built their own house or cabin kind of like Joe did. A place where they can just disappear sometimes. A place where they truly feel safe. Despite the circle being wiped out. I think they just needed a place for the two of them.

[averagejoesolomon]

Completely true and valid, but what I might also bring to the committee for your consideration:

Zach did renovate that old Victorian mansion, years after he married Cam, raised babies, made amends with Townsend, became a legend in the field, and learned time and time again how to deeply and honestly forgive.

Because that house felt like anger for a long time. It felt like fury. Most days, it seemed easier to simply let it rot, and to let its broken bones be sanded to dust by the saltwater air. But sometime after he gained the grace granted by marriage and the patience granted by fatherhood, Zachary Goode realizes his mother's house was also his house.

He plans to visit alone. Cam does not let that happen.

It's a family affair—in the broadest sense of the word, because to Cameron and Zachary Goode, family is a far-reaching sort of ordeal. The girls fly in whenever they can. Abby and Townsend, Rachel and Joe. Together, they help Zach review the logistics of a problem like this one. Meanwhile, Zach comes to terms with the emotional side of it all.

Zach relays the floorboards where he took his first steps. Zach rebuilds the cabinets he used to hide in when unfamiliar boots sent beams creaking. Zach restains the chair where his mother revealed Townsend's fatherhood. He rebuilds his own room. He rebuilds his mother's. One room, one plank, one nail at a time, he has the chance to forgive, and forgive, and forgive all the ways his mother came up short.

The family restores the garden, and that first spring, it smells the way it did when he was younger. There's lavender along the path he used to run, and a rosebush where he told Cam he loved her.

It takes time, but soon, Catherine's home becomes Zach's home, and every now and again, Zach will find himself eager for a project. Needing to forgive. He's able to take this angry place and turn it into something that needs him. Something that helps him. Something that could have been perfect, if only someone had taken the time to care for it.

So he'll care for it, because these days, with forgiveness in his smile, Zachary Goode is the type of boy to care about everyone and everything.

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

Hi, are you still active and taking request?

Active?? I mean I am still here if that's what you mean by active. I haven't received any submissions in a while but will post any that I do.

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

hey! idk if you'll see this but uh. the bex/liz fics you reblogged a while ago- i cant really read them? idk why. is there a way i can though?

Like you can't find them or the link is broken (if its this I am not sure how to fix it)

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

Do you think Zach would’ve eventually changed his last name to Townsend or do you think he’d keep Goode?

No. Townsend might be his father, but Zach is a Goode through and through. @averagejoesolomon has some really good (lol) analysis on why Zach's last name fits him. Despite who is mother is, Zach wants to be a good person even when he has these doubts that follow him constantly. Ally Carter has some great symbolism in the names she chose and Good(e) is what Zach is at his core.

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

We all need to unite like the marauders fandom and make a bullet proof fancast and start making edits that are instantly recognizable

[gallaghersmarvel]

no frrr my edits always are of different fcs because i’m indecisive af

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Exactly. Like we all need to start throwing names out and voting LMAO

[superblysubparhuman]

Please please please organize this. I'll throw names in. I'll vote. Tell me what to do, put me to work.

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

All of the above lmao

We can do it here, we can make a group chat, y'all can throw names in my inbox, idc I'll do whatever it takes

[averagejoesolomon]

(Put it in the discord)

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(I made you a channel)

[gallaghergirlsheadcanons]

I can’t believe I am posting it has been so long but had to chime in here lol. Here is a list we developed 8(?) years ago: https://suziethecat.tumblr.com/fancastlist.

[gameraims]

Book cover for @averagejoesolomon! 

Inspired by Olly Moss’s work. I love his use of images within images.

[averagejoesolomon]

LOOK AT THIS.  LOOK. AT. THIS.  Gosh I am straight up fangirling right now, look at this.  The colors!  The softness!  The farm!  Cam!  This is so so so so so lovely, I adore every bit of it.  You MADE MATT out of MOUNTAINS and I still think that’s one of the coolest darn things in the world.

I am flattered.  I am humbled.  I am in awe.  This is outstanding.  To my fellow Gallagher Girls—@gameraims has been diving into some Gallagher Girls art lately and you should absolutely spend all of your time exploring it.

[carryonstarkid]

Sometimes people make art. Sometimes I cry about it.

[averagejoesolomon]

Do you think that Zach develops a better relationship with Townsend? Is it strictly surface level or do they begin a sort of strange friendship?

In my version of things, I think he does! Mostly because, when you look very closely at Zach, he is outrageously bad at being alone.  Sure, that’s the persona he likes to give off—mysterious boy, lone wolf, runs alone, etc.  But this is the same boy who followed Joe around like a lost puppy for years, who found a girl he liked in an elevator one day and went “yep, this one, good.”  He’s the unofficial leader of a Lost Boys™ triad and when Cam disappeared in the midst of his mentor’s coma, he latched on to the nearest Baxter and they punched each other for a little while, just to feel something other than outright and perpetual fear.

In my wholly unprofessional opinion, I think there’s some level of a defense mechanism to Zach’s constantly cool and uncaring front.  The boy’s got walls—that’s no secret.  But once you break them down, he’s hopelessly, endlessly at your side, because the truth of the matter is that Zachary Goode has spent his entire life desperately trying to find community.

I like to think that this is what happened with Townsend.  Like!  For sure, Townsend is not the easiest guy to get along with.  And I think any efforts to extend the olive branch were awkward and painful.  They definitely only converse in a profession capacity for a very long time.  Like, I’m talking years.  But eventually, like a river against the mountain, the two of them wear each other down until they’re comfortable and easy and it seems like this was where they were always supposed to be.  Because Zach wants people in his life.  And I think that probably Townsend does too.  And together, they provide each other with the familial roots that each has been missing for just a little too long.

[averagejoesolomon]

The Listen Series

I don’t know if I will ever get to tell my story outside of these reports.  Not the whole thing.  Not truthfully.  That’s the nature of a covert life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but if one day someone asks—if one day I’m sitting around my family’s table playing cards and someone wants to know my story, I’ll tell them that this was the moment when I realized that I wasn’t a kid anymore.

We did it, folks!  The final book of The Listen Series, Over and Run With, is officially complete.  Which, by proxy, means that the Listen Series is complete.  To tell you the truth, I never thought we’d get here, and I’m feeling quite proud.  Thank you—each of you—for helping to make this happen.  You can read the final book on wattpad.

[jennigarner-archive]

minor character headcanons? mayhaps?

tina (love of my life) walters

queen of astrology. knows all the girls’ signs. obviously has all the horoscopes from every trashy magazine, but also knows which ones are realistic. assumes all human compatibility is based on the stars (“cammie you’re such an aquarius it astounds me”.)

will turn any activity into the “strip” version of said activity (”who’s down for knitting?” “only if it’s strip knitting!” “tina…no.” “ladies are we quitters or knitters over here!”)

drinks cherry flavoured coke like her life depends on it. no one is really sure where she gets it in such large supply

just so pansexual it’s unbelievable, but also entirely uninterested in dating anyone bc imagine how exhausting that would be for her? no

learned to backflip just to dip out of bad conversations with flare like i wish i was joking

lives and breathes by the spice girls

brings her friends flowers for literally no reason???

snaps things in half when she’s angry

sour candy enthusiast

highkey believes in aliens and has the nasa label on literally everything unironically (cellphone ring tone for her mom is the x-files theme)

eva (side-eye) alvarez

okay but the finest driver in cammie’s graduating class

still in her egyptian mythology phase (the best kind of people truthfully) and gets tired of all the references/obsession people have with greek/roman bs

really bad at ice skating…can’t even really walk on ice…

almost cuts her hair short before joining the FBI but says fuck it bc she loves her long hair and she can be girly and badass at the same time (she didn’t go to gallagher for this long to not believe that)

visits roseville every fall bc she loved watching the leaves change. tina and anna join her after a while and they make a point of creating the best (and sometimes most ridiculous) legends about themselves to share with unsuspecting townsfolk (and if they see any gallagher girls around, they always treat them nicely + with respect bc they remember how the town tends to act towards girls from the academy)

definitely has at least one kid, a girl who ends up at gallagher but takes the research track

used to steal tina’s extra pillows ALL THE TIME (the girl has an excessive amount) also applies to tina’s sweaters, shoes, lips gloss, etc. (generally these things just became hers bc tina never complained)

had a major crush on grant when he visited gallagher but was absolutely fine with tina dating him later down the road

she ultimately marries a guy who isn’t in the business but is a community developer in chicago. he’s this big-time activist but is super shy around her and gets all tongue-tied. he gets her into reading mystery novels, which he thinks is hilarious bc she’s a spy and all

is latina af and had an impromptu quinces thrown by her roommies when the big day came around and she had to wait to visit her family (anna fretted about it bc she wasn’t sure they knew enough to be culturally sensitive - but in reality her and tina did like months of research and didn’t try to replace her actual celebration or anything but just wanted to honour her big day)

anna (porcelain-ivory-steel) fetterman

her parents were so nervous about sending her to spy school in the middle of nowhere so they wrote to her every day for the first two years (after that, they started to feel more comfortable with just emailing her once a week)

suffered from a childhood illness that made her feel like she could never be a field agent but actually helped make her a better spy

got a three-hour pep talk from tina when she considered dropping out of CoveOps

always travels with stuffed animals. always has at least one on her bed

mastered chef louis’s gourmet mac and cheese, which essentially saves her life in first year uni

has fallen into the school lake at least once. maybe twice. (mick morrison helped her out both times and always wraps her in her jacket on the way back to campus. potentially the reason why one time turned into two, but who am i to say so?)

SUPER claustrophobic…has to overcome it in her final coveops exams in their last year

didn’t own a microwave until university and is still mildly concerned with how it works

is pro milk and will debate with you until the cows literally come home

shares a netflix account with eva and gets recommended all kinds of horror movies + scary shit because of it (eva likewise complains about all the “animated family films” that end up on her previously viewed - with 5 stars nonetheless)

courtney (fight me) bauer

almost cried when she realized there were other girls at gallagher to celebrate the jewish holidays with

used to wear glasses from grades 6-8 but switched to contacts once training got more intense (liz invented these leave-in contacts that you don’t have to refresh for like 3 months!)

definitely 100% without a doubt no question about it is dating that senior named erin (but it’s so lowkey bc she’s a year older and also goes into deep cover after graduation)

ridiculously into reality tv and will drop everything to avoid spoilers (including like…drop-kicking a person)

owns* captain america footie pajamas (*aggressively wears them the day the trailer for civil war is released)

just wants to own all the cats ffs

does yoga at the crack of dawn or else she’s literally grumpy all day

actually planned out her “in case i don’t get into gallagher” life when she was 11 (p.s. she wanted to be a pilot)

mastered a british accent so well she got bex’s nod of approval

obsessed with beauty bloggers on youtube!!! she’s literally glued so many fake eyelashes to the wrong part of her eye that she isn’t even sure it’s worth it anymore. her and macey bond over it, while the heiress doesn’t even attempt to delicately rip off the things from her face

[zacharygood-e]

can i just remind you guys that the first thing zach did when he came back with solomon was go to sleep in CAMMIE’S BED. he waited for her to come. he didn’t care about seeing anyone else, all he wanted to see was her.

[cammie-morgan-goode]

Cute OTP starters #9 “WAIT why is there cake batter everywhere? Are you trying to bake a cake?” “It was supposed to be your favorite…” Cammie/Zach

(At 1700 hours the operative set to work on what she thought was an easy mission for amateurs.)

Zach’s birthday was tonight and Cammie had wanted to do something special. Just one thing special for him. He always insisted on minimal celebration and no presents. And seeing as she was a terrible cook, Zach’s birthday’s were often just movies. And she wanted it to be special this year. Well... as it turns out: she could disarm a bomb but baking a cake was hard.

(At 1723 hours the operative realized that dismantling bombs on a moving train with enemy agents was significantly easier than baking a birthday cake)

She checked the ingredients again. Two eggs. She’d done that. Baking soda and baking powder. Done. Sugar and salt. And then the oil. Did Macey say to add one cup of sugar or two? Or was that for the salt? Cammie groaned and checked back through the encoded email thread between her and her best friend. (Encoded because Macey was on a mission and Zach sometimes snooped so Cammie could never be too careful)

(Approximately 17:31 hours was when the operative realized she had made a terrible mistake and that her boyfriend would never let her celebrate a birthday... again... ever)

She figured that it was now or never and that the cake batter was as good as it was going to get. Besides, you have to taste it at the end right? She tightened her ponytail as if gearing up for the biggest event of her life and turned on the mixer. But she knew right away that she had made a big mistake. If grandma Morgan were there she would have chased Cam out of the kitchen with a spoon.

Batter went flying. Cammie screamed and rushed to turn the dreaded machine off but it was too late—the damage had been done. She stood in shock, unable to move. Had that really just happened? Had she really just switched it from low to high in one flick? Like a newbie?

(The operative also realized just how the seventh graders felt when they tried to touch Gilly’s sword only to find that it really was in fact electric and that the seniors weren’t telling them that as a scare tactic)

Cam took a slow look around the tiny kitchen. There was no way she was going to finish the cake now. Was there even any batter left in the mixing bowl?

(Operative Morgan realized that there was in fact barely enough cake batter in the bowl for a cupcake.)

Too late, Cammie heard the door unlock and open. “Cammie Cammie oxen free...” A voice calls out. And just like that, Cam’s shoulders deflate and a feeling of dread settles in the pit of her stomach. She can hear Zach take off his boots and the sound of his bag hitting the floor. He sets the mail on the side table, hangs up his coat, comments on the smell... and he starts walking towards the kitchen.

“What are you—“ he stops short. Cam knows he’s calculating. He stares at the damage. The cake batter on the floor, the stove, the counter tops.

(At 17:45 hours operatives Morgan and Goode had an intense stare off regarding the mess that had occurred around operative Morgan’s work site... and operative Goode tried his best not to laugh)

“Why is there cake batter everywhere?” He says slowly, reaching forward to swipe his finger through a mess of chocolate on the counter. “Are you trying to bake a cake?”

Cammie’s cheeks flush pink and she sighs, exhausted and defeated. “It was supposed to be your favorite...”

Zach smirks and looks around at the disastrous kitchen. Chocolate batter covered the walls and the floor. There were egg shells and flour still leftover on the countertop.

(Operative Goode also noticed that operative Morgan had managed to dirty up the ceiling as well)

Zach loops an arm around Cam’s waist and pulls her close. “What do you say, we take what’s left of this batter and go eat it in the living room while we watch a movie? And then we can go clean all of this up afterwards?” He asks, carefully wiping a smear of chocolate from Cammie’s cheek.

She nods and grabs the bowl, following him into the living room. They turn on the tv and Cammie let’s Zach pick the movie: Mission Impossible. She doesn’t even complain. Leaning over, she gives him the faintest whisper of a kiss.

“Happy birthday, Zach.”

(written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

[averagejoesolomon]

could u do “I managed to convince the appropriate people to get you some time off.” for abby/townsend i am unashamed trash for those losers

Same, same, same, I am Tabby trash, I have always been Tabby trash and I will always be Tabby trash.  I’ve given up on any sort of drabble format that I might have been aiming for and have just started writing entire shorts from this list of prompts.  Enjoy!

It’s a little like herding cats.

Except instead of cats, it’s two barely twenty-somethings with a persistent need for clandestine perfection.  And instead of herding, it’s more like closing the door, locking it, and ignoring the endless knock that comes from the other side.  So, actually, it’s not like herding cats at all, and the only true similarities lie in the unyielding annoyance and the fact that they don’t listen.

But not this time.  This time, when Abigail Cameron struts into his Langley office (with a window, that bastard), an unusual quiet falls over the sleek grey space, and it triggers something in those super spy ears of his.  “What did you do?”

Townsend has perfected his accusatory tone over the years, but it falls flat against the mischief in her smile.  In fact, something about that specific tone of voice in that specific accent somehow makes her feel even more mischievous.  “Dinner tonight?”

It would be an innocent enough question, if it weren’t paired with two round-trip tickets to Buenos Aries and a knowing grin.

He looks up at her over his readers, as though he thinks that it’s a joke and, furthermore, that he doesn’t find it funny.  “Very cute.”

“I didn’t blow $78.63 on travel insurance for cute, Townsend.”

"So you did get the travel insurance, then,” he says, returning to his scribbled paperwork.  He’s got so much paperwork these days.  She never thought she’d live to see his shift to deskman.  “An unusual show of foresight for you.”

“I knew you’d approve.”

“And more importantly, you knew I’d say no.”

“You haven’t said it yet.”

He glances up at her once more, studies her in that highly-trained manner that is second nature to him.  Finally, he puts his pen down and leans back in his chair.  “In exactly three minutes, your niece and her boyfriend are going to come barreling through my door with about fifty new questions and at least six off-the-wall theories about an ancient organization in which I am the world’s foremost expert,” he says, although she doesn’t need reminding.  It’s exactly the kind of thing that’s happened every day since the task force was first formed.  “And unfortunately, I am the only one who will be able to talk them back down to a reasonable level.”

“Unfortunately,” she scoffs.  “Are we seriously pretending that coaching these two isn’t your favorite thing you’ve ever done?”

“It’s not my favorite thing I’ve ever done,” he says.  “Zip lining in Columbia is my favorite thing I’ve ever done.”

“Never pegged you for a zip liner.”

“Neither did the cartel that was tailing me.”

“Ignoring that incredibly hot detail,” she says.  “Putting it aside for later.”

“When the CIA offered me this position, I wasn’t told I’d be babysitting.”

"So we are pretending.”  She leans up against his desk, and her gaze drifts out of the window (seriously, how did he get an office that faces the Potomac?).  “That’s good to know.  In that case, I must have imagined that glint in your eye every time Zach asks you a question.”

“Abigail.”

“Or that smirk you get whenever Cammie takes notes about one of your old Circle stories, which are totally boring, by the way.”

“Abigail.”

“You like to be needed, Townsend,” she says, and she turns back to him this time.  Meets those blue eyes.  Shrugs. “I’m not gonna tell anyone.  I’m real good with secrets, you know.”

It is in this moment that he takes advantage of his newfound American citizenship and pleads the fifth.  He just eyes the plane tickets, still splayed in her hand, and he lingers for just a little too long.  “I really can’t go,” he says.  “They have a substantial lead in Cairo and they may need me to—”

“I managed to convince the appropriate people to get you some time off.”  And sure enough, their three minutes are up.  They both feel it.  That eternal clock that sits at the center of their souls.  But for the first time in a long time, Zach and Cam don’t walk through his door for their afternoon briefing.  She must imagine that little bit of disappointment in his features.

In the silence, she holds up one of the tickets and straightens it out smooth.  It only takes a single finger for her to slide it in his front pocket.  “Dinner tonight,” she says.  “That little bistro on the ocean front—you know the one.  Don’t be late.”

“How did you...?”

“I’m a damn good spy, Townsend,” she says, popping herself back up and beginning her grand exit.  “But I’m an even better aunt.”

[maceyjanemchenry]

“I’m a damn good spy, Townsend,” she says, popping herself back up and beginning her grand exit.  “But I’m an even better aunt.” Wait. Wait a minute. That only just registered. What did Abby do? Did she send them off on their own date?

[averagejoesolomon]

😎😎😎 Abby is very good at sensing when people need vacations, and Zach and Cam needed one just as bad as Townsend.  Where she sent them, I’ll leave for you to decide 

[averagejoesolomon]

“I missed you a lot. Like, I’m going to get corny about it a lot” Abby/Matt (Brotp) (Can we have brotps fluff? Is that a thing?)

Brotp fluff is my preferred fluff, yes it’s a thing!  Here’s the kids, in 500 605 words or less, from this list of prompts:

It’s a shame his ribs are broken, because all Abby wants to do is hug him.  She’s been told she gives very good hugs, by people who ought to know, and if ever there were someone in need of a good, warm embrace, it’s him. But his ribs are broken.  And his head’s been bleeding.  And actually maybe she doesn’t want to hug him so much as she wants to tackle him to the ground in a fit of blinding white rage.

She gets those two confused, sometimes.

At a first glance he doesn’t seem too bad, but to the trained eye, there’s a strange pace to his movement.  It’s the only thing that’s ever been strange about Matthew Morgan (aside from, of course, his preference for Luke Skywalker over Han Solo, but that is another matter entirely).  He’s usually so polished.  So perfect.  The ideal Pavement Artist, in the field and out.  

Tonight, he doesn’t blend in like he should.  In the shadow of that Paris patio, rain misting down upon them both, everything about him is completely and utterly noticeable.  

She sees him, and for a moment that’s enough.  Just to see him.  Until it’s not.  “Rachel’s gonna kill you.”

Despite it all, he smiles right back.  “Not if the Italian Mafia finds me first.”

Abby pulls out the seat opposite him and as she sits, the cool wiry iron seeps into her shirt, her skin, her spine.  “Between the two of them,” she says, “who do you think is the bigger threat—the mob, or my sister?”

He doesn’t have answer.  They both know the truth. “Well then it’s a good thing I called you instead, huh kid?”

They both catch it.  How could they not?  He hasn’t called her by that name in years, and it’s a slip of the tongue that brings back all of their time together.  Late night missions.  Car rides through middle America.  Every last prank they’ve unleashed against Joe.  The warmth of Matthew Morgan fills up her soul like rain in the desert—instant and flooding after far too long an absence.

She reaches out to the wound on his forehead, still tacky to the touch and matted against his hairline.  He winces, but doesn’t fuss.  “I missed you a lot,” she tells him.

He knows better than to reply.  Knows that this is something she has to say, rather than something he needs to hear.  So he lets her say it, in that same way that Matt lets her say anything.  Everything.  Always.

And, actually, she’s decided.  She does want to tackle him after all.

Her hand falls and she clears her throat.  “Like, I’m going to get corny about it a lot.  I mean it.  It’s going to be miserable for you.  You are going to regret ever leaving us, my friend.”

He manages a smile, and even that feels weak compared to his usual self.  He must be worse off than he looks.  “I’ve regretted it every day since.”

“As well you should,” she says.  “We’re goddamn delightful.  If you even think about ever doing that again—”

“I won’t.”

“I mean it, Matthew.”  And they catch that, too, because she hasn’t called him that in years.  Maybe she’s never called him that.  But the words that come next aren’t just for her own sake this time.  These ones are meant for him, and he needs to hear them.  “Don’t you ever leave me again.  I’m serious.”

And she is.  Serious.  So they’re both in rare form tonight.  Matt at least has the good sense to recognize it.  “I won’t,” he says.  “I promise.”

[bishopstorm]

I have a lot of strong feels about eventually, Macey using some of her family’s money and working towards renovating the Gallagher Family Castle.