#⸻ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: FIONA GALLAGHER.

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#    LIKED  FOR  A  STARTER    :    FOR  TORY  NICHOLS.    /    FROM  FIONA  GALLAGHER.    /    @queencvbra​

𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬   𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞   𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬   𝐨𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐧𝐞𝐰      (      and   admittedly   improved      )      cobra   kai   dojo,      drinking   in   all   the   changes.      fiona   doesn’t   completely   understand   carl’s   new   obsession,      but   then         .   .   .         if   she’s   honest?      there’s   been   a   lot   of   times   when   fiona   hasn’t   understood   carl   full   stop.      her   siblings   liked   to   keep   the   woman   guessing,      that’s   for   sure.      she   was   thankful   at   first.               —               seeing   him   invest   his   time   into   something   other   than   petty   theft,      terrorising   teachers         &         melting   dolls   in   the   microwave,      but   the   longer   these   lessons   go   on?      the   weirder   the   whole   thing   became.         fiona   blinks   back   to   reality   as   entrance door   pushes   open   and   she   hoists   liam   a   little   higher   on   her   hip,      turning   attention   to   them   instead.                     ‘         hey,      is   my   brother   in   there?      carl   gallagher?      i   was   supposed   to   be   picking   him   up   an   hour   ago,     but   he   hasn’t   shown.      i’m   fiona,      his         .   .   .         guardian.      slash   sister.     he   knows   i’m   gonna   be   late   opening   the   diner   if   he   doesn’t   get   his   ass   out   here.         ’

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#    LIKED  FOR  A  STARTER    :    FOR  FAITH  LEHANE,   DAMON  SALVATORE,   TYLER  LOCKWOOD,   FEZCO  OR  MERE  DIXON.    /    FROM  FIONA  GALLAGHER.    /    @crownedhopelesss​

‘         𝐲’𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰            —            𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐜𝐚𝐧   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐚𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮   𝐚𝐥𝐥   𝐝𝐚𝐲,      but   the   specials   ain’t   gonna   change.      this   is   a   pie   shop.      we   serve   pie.         ’                     whoever   won   the   award   for   best   customer   service   last   year   could   surely   rest   at   ease   today   knowing   fiona   gallagher   wasn’t   even   close   to   coming   for   their   title.      she   might   be   running   the   diner   now,      but   she   certainly   wasn’t   any   better   at   communicating   with   people.      especially   not   when   they   kept   her   waiting   too   long.      the   place   was   particularly   busy   today         &         she   didn’t   have   time   to   spare.                     ‘         if   you’re   looking   for   something   a   little   fancier,      there’s   a   deli   down   the   road.      otherwise?         .   .   .         it’s   cherry,      pumpkin   or   chicken   pot.      pick   your   poison.         pick   it   in   less   than   five   minutes   and   i’ll   personally   guarantee   the   chef   won’t   spit   in   it.         take   any   longer?               —               no   deal.         ’                     if   that   doesn’t   sway   them,      nothing   will.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:               transferring   from   here   to   beta   editor.            (      @crownedhopelesss      )

＂         𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲         .   .   .         ��𝐨𝐨𝐝   𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.         my   personal   favourite.         ＂                     fiona   reaches   to   take   the   menu   back   though   this   time,      it’s   her   holding   them   up   by   lingering.            ―            there’s   something   about   tyler’s   body   language.         growing   up   in   the   south   side,      you   learnt   at   a   very   early   age   to   recognise   the   signs   of   brewing   trouble.      mostly   because   it   was   always   waiting   around   every   corner.         right   now,      this   guy   looked   like   a   paranoid   frank   trying   to   hide   from   somebody   he   owed   money   to.         the   voice   inside   her   head   insists   not   my   problem,   not   my   problem         .   .   .         and   yet?         she   still   breaks.         something   about   raising   five   kids   made   it   hard   to   turn   a   blind   eye,      triggering   something   oddly   empathetic   in   fiona   even   if   she   wouldn’t   admit   it.                     ＂         it’s   cool.         i   probably   could’ve   been   more   patient.         i’m   still   working   on   that   whole   bubbly   customer   service   personality.         ＂                     cherry   pie   is   quickly   scribbled   down   on   pad   before   she   tears   the   piece   of   paper   off,      passing   it   to   one   of   the   girls   to   take   to   the   kitchen.                     ＂         don’t   take   this   the   wrong   way,      but         .   .   .         is   everything   okay?         the   last   person   who   came   in   here   jumpy   as   fuck   tried   to   empty   the   till   and   i’m   warning   you   now,      i’ve   got   a   bat   stashed   behind   here.         ＂                     it’s   a   joke.            ―            or   at   least,      half   a   joke.         an   attempt   to   get   him   to   relax.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:               transferring   from   here   to   beta   editor.            (      @queencvbra      )

𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐢𝐭’𝐬   𝐚   𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲   𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲   𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.         fiona   gallagher   has   lived   a   lifetime   of   judgemental   stares   whenever   she   tried   to   juggle   the   kids   around   a   grocery   store   they   could   barely   afford   to   be   in,      or   averted   gazes   every   time   she   went   to   carry   frank   home   from   whatever   bar   he’d   crawled   into,      tired   siblings   trailing   behind.         it’s   a   little   easier   now   lip   and   ian   are   older,      but   they’re   still   borderline   kids   themselves   in   so   many   ways   and   fiona   hates   to   ask.         gaze   is   almost   suspicious   as   she   tries   to   process   the   girl’s   offer,      picking   it   apart   in   her   mind   like   there   might   be   some   kinda   catch   that   will   follow.         when   it   doesn’t,      she   finally   relents,      head   nodding   once   with   an   almost   humbled   expression.                     ＂         yeah.      yeah,   thanks.         i   appreciate   that.         is   there   a   phone   in   there   i   can   use?         i’ve   got   this   shitty   old   one   that’s   out   of   minutes.         ＂                     of   course   the   phone   jimmy   bought   her   would   give   up   when   she   needed   it   most.                     ＂         maybe.         i   feel   like   i’ve   been   tryin’   to   track   my   brothers   down   my   whole   life.         ＂                     attention   turns   to   liam   briefly,      nose   wrinkling   to   make   a   playful   face         :         silent   reassurance   that   they’re   okay   in   case   he’s   picking   up   on   her   stress,      before   stepping   forward   to   follow   tory.                     ＂         thanks   again.         most   fuckers   just   look   the   other   way.         ＂