#itsacrowd

It’s a beautiful day, all things considered. The leaves are beginning to turn, the temperature beginning its slow descent into the heart of autumn. While Molly didn’t know the exact day, it felt like it would be Halloween soon. Weird that somebody could just sense something like that. Or she could be completely wrong--wouldn’t be the first time.

The knife driven above her head was enough to tear her from her thoughts, and Molly was once again forced into reality where this guy, this prick continued to make his demands. More things. More stuff. More, or she’d lose the inn. The only reason she’d played nice was that he and his men had forced her hand--without the inn, Molly felt like she had nothing. No tie to her uncle, no tie to the life before the dead took over. So, she let them try to intimidate her, and she met their demands, because as it stood now...there was nothing else she could do.

It was late. Walking back to her place wasn’t exactly going to be the safest but she could always handle her own. As prissy as Maddy pretended to be, she was still a scrapper-- someone who could throw a mean punch and protect herself. Tucking her hair behind her ear she moved away from the blue eyed male. She shouldn’t have been there, never thought that she would spend the night. There were enough people in the Gallagher home as it was. “So,” a pause as she looked around for anything else she could be leaving behind. “I guess I'll go home.”

Based off loose and minimal plotting.

Mandy Milkovich x Lip Gallagher

Mandy had been BACK on the Southside for a little over a YEAR. She had yet to run into the person she both did not want to see and wanted to see the MOST. With the only people from her past that knew she was back being Ian and her brothers, she had managed to keep herself SQUARED AWAY and HIDDEN from Lip Gallagher. She hadn’t known if she was ready to face him, hadn’t known if she still FELT things for him like she used too. She didn’t even know if she wanted to know the truth about what went on inside of her HEART. There were endless possibilities of things that could happen once they reunited. Perhaps they would fall into old habits, maybe he would YELL in her face and tell her to GO. Part of her wished that he would be HAPPY to see her, but she knew better than to HOPE for things that could never be. 

It was no secret that Lip had broken her heart. She had been prepared to give it to him, to give him EVERYTHING she knew how to give. She thought that maybe she would be as LUCKY as Mickey had been in love, that maybe she too could learn what it was like to have someone who would do ANYTHING for you. At least, she would have done anything for Lip. She wanted him in ways she had never wanted anything before. Old feelings POOLING to the surface as she stood outside the Gallagher house, waiting on the steps. She remembered a time when she would have BOUNDED up the steps and through the door without knocking. It seemed like SO long ago. She told herself she was ready for this, that she didn’t love him anymore, that she had come here to tell him how much he had HURT her and to leave with a sense of accomplishment. She was here to make him REALIZE what he had done. She was here to tell him that she had finally LEFT Kenyatta. That she had done it on her own, and that she had deserved MUCH better than both of them. Even if that was something she was still learning to believe.

Knocking on the door, her face TWISTS into one she knows well. It’s the expression of holding back a SMILE and at the same time of FEAR. Fear of what he was going to say, fear of all the POWER he held over her. NO. She was done being afraid now, she had to be. She was strong, she was a MILKOVICH. She could do this, she WOULD do this. She waited for it to open, and when it finally did she started speaking before she could convince herself to turn around and walk away. 

@itsacrowd​ sent: I think you handled that very well. Finnick to Effie from: 𝐃𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

“Oh, do you really think so?” asked Effie with the air of someone relieved that her talents were finally recognized and appreciated, “thank you Finnick.” She gave the victor a genuine smile, though it was hard to tell under the thick coat of lipstick. 

@itsacrowd​ sent: what did you think was gonna happen ?! Finnick @ April from:   ↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .