#at least rent and pet food is secured thank god

[elektroyu]

It's October, it's finally here. The most difficult month of the year 🥲

[willowbird]

Hey! For the au + trope + prompt thing, could you do 1 for au, 9 for trope and 27 for prompt with pynch?

(P.S: I just remembered you have already done one with pynch, so you can do this one with another ship of your choosing if this one feels repetitive!)

Roommates AU, strangers to lovers, “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.” ~ for pynch!

I am more than happy to write 10,000 roommate aus for these idiots <3

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It all started with an only mildly suspicious ad on craigslist:

Roommate needed $275/mo - utilities included must be ok with corvids good w/cars a plus - rent discount if u can prove it

Adam wasn't an idiot. He knew something that was too good to be true when he saw it. He also knew that answering a craigslist ad for a roommate was a good way to get stabbed, robbed, and God only knew what else.

And yet...

Sometimes, when your options were limited it really was better to take every possible avenue to get away from the devil you know - even if that means sharing a small apartment with the devil you don't.

Well, the devil and his pet raven. And really, Chainsaw was by far the more agreeable of the two.

That being said, it wasn't like Ronan was awful. He was an asshole, and he was downright grumpy bastard anytime before 11am. He listened to terrible music, if that trash could ever be considered such. Chainsaw was a sweetheart, though, always bringing Adam new shinies for his approval and sitting with him while he worked on a paper or research or any number of other assignments for his degree.

(Taking the risk that he had by jumping at that craigslist ad meant that he was able to cut back on his hours a little bit at work, go to school full time, and start amassing a savings account.)

And, okay, Ronan probably had some merits too. He could cook, for one thing. Not to say that Adam couldn't cook. He could - he just didn't like to. If it were up to him, he'd probably subsist on saltines and hard-boiled eggs. In fact, he had done exactly that for the first two weeks living with Ronan until the other man had dropped a full plate of breakfast in front of him, stole his crackers, and pointed at him. "Eat like a fucking grown-up," he'd said -and... well, that was that. Sure, Adam had tried to protest, but Ronan had just... started making food for the both of them and maybe if it was shitty food or even mediocre in quality Adam would have been able to ignore it - but it killed something inside Adam to waste food. Especially good food. And Ronan's food was fucking amazing.

So, there was that.

He also wasn't an absolute terror to be around. Having a conversation with Ronan Lynch was a choose-your-own-adventure novel written by very high geniuses. You really never knew what you were going to get and each alternate path was bound to be either completely bat-shit crazy or a humbling level of profound. Not only that, but Ronan didn't pull that alpha-male bullshit so many other men did where they refused to admit they didn't know something. No, when Adam proved that he knew what he was talking about when it came to cars, Ronan just said "teach me?" with such open intensity that Adam couldn't really tell him 'no', alright?

And then there were days like today, where Adam got home from an early shift at the garage to find Ronan sitting halfway out of their third-floor apartment, securing a thick rope to a hook above the window that definitely hadn't been there when Adam left that morning.

"Are you about to do something stupid again?" Adam called up to him as he got out of his car. Upon hearing his voice, Chainsaw (who had been circling anxiously above) crowed out a warbled imitation of speech that sounded a lot like 'Atom' and coasted down to him.

"Me? Stupid? Nah, this is gonna be fucking amazing," Ronan called back without looking away from his work.

Chainsaw landed on Adam's shoulder and clapped her beak affectionately near his ear. Adam dutifully lifted a hand to stroke at the soft feathers of her neck. If he also whispered 'hello beautiful girl, is your papa making trouble for you again?' it was between him and the bird and Ronan would never need to know.

Chainsaw crooned a tense 'kreh!' that Adam took as an affirmative.

"What exactly are you doing, Ronan Lynch?" Adam called up as he took another look at the setup, walking closer to the building. The rope that Ronan had just finished tying to the hook was already secured to a tree on the edge of the parking lot, the one that stood awkwardly out from the rest of the tree line. Their apartment complex was situated right on the edge of a forest preserve. A lot of Ronan's hair-brained ideas usually came back to the forest in one way or another.

"This is just a test run. If I can get it to work right, I'm going to set a line straight into the forest."

"Mm, yes, because... leaving civilization through a door is beneath you?"

Ronan paused, then grinned down at him, the expression somehow both boyish and savage in a way that always made Adam's heart jump for some reason. "Actually, yeah. Literally."

Adam rolled his eyes but didn't bother to fight the smile. "Punk."

"I resent that. I reject all labels, Parrish - you know that."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Well if you-- Ronan what are you doing?"

Ronan had produced what looked like a fucking tie (was that the one Ronan's brother Declan had been wearing when he came by for dinner a couple weeks back?) and had wrapped one end around his hand. As Adam watched, he flicked the loose end of the tie over the taut rope and then wrapped it around his other hand.

"Told you it was a test run, Parrish. That mean's I've actually got to test it."

"Ronan I don't think--"

But it was too late. Ronan had already jumped out of the fucking third-floor window like he was expecting to fly. For a second or two, he sort of did. The rope bowed but supported him and the smooth tie provided little friction as Ronan began to zoom down at a steep angle. Then the rope shuddered and went completely slack, the hook having torn free from the side of the building where it clearly had not been properly anchored. Ronan plummeted like a stone in a still pond.

"Ronan!" Adam did not make the active decision to move, but he was suddenly sprinting to where the jumbled heap of Ronan Lynch had landed on the rough pavement. Chainsaw had already launched ahead and was hopping around near Ronan's head, squawking out anxious reprimands of 'Kerah! Kerah!'

Adam skidded to his knees beside Ronan just as the other man was shakily trying to sit up. "What the FUCK Ronan Lynch!? What were you thinking!? You can't just jump out of a God-forsaken third-floor window like that. Do you want to be killed?" Adam didn't even care that the rural-Virginian flavor of his youth had coated his words in a thick batter, he was so mad.

Ronan blinked at him and there was a strange mix of confusion and pain and... something else on his face. "Scared, Parrish?" The words did not come out as teasing as they normally would.

"Scared? Scared? Of course I was scared. You... you fucking idiot!" Adam had to give himself a moment. He raked his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath, then another. He closed his eyes and tried to center himself. Fear and anger would get him nowhere, even if the fear had already set its nasty little hooks into each and every one of his nerve endings and the anger felt like the only way to burn them away.

A hand touched his shoulder, then his cheek. Adam opened his eyes and Ronan was wearing another indecipherable expression, his dark eyes hooded, his mouth pursed.

"Come on," Adam said as he leaned back so he could stand up. "Can you stand?" Chainsaw continued to hop around, but she'd stopped her distressed shouting, perhaps sensing that Adam was taking control and feeling more comfortable knowing that he would set things to rights, whatever that might mean.

Ronan was quiet for a moment, then seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts before giving a derisive snort. "It was just a little fall, Parrish, I'm --fuck!" Ronan had just tried to stand up, but his knee buckled out from under him as soon as he put his weight on it. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, alright. Alright. Shit. Fuck. That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend."

"The standing or the stupid fucking stunt you pulled jumping out of a goddamn window?" Adam asked. He attempted to make it as dry as possible, trying to get them back to some kind of equilibrium, but his heart was still racing a bit too fast and he could hear the angry bite in his own words.

Still didn't stop him from instantly stepping forward and catching Ronan, though. He wound an arm around Ronan's waist, guiding Ronan's arm over his shoulders so he could support him.

"The standing, of course. Shit! Ah... fuck. My idea for the apartment-forest zipline is fucking genius thank you."

Adam helped Ronan hobble forward, taking them back toward his car instead of the building. "Yeah. Right. Whatever you say, Lynch."

"Where are we going?"

"To the hospital, dumbass," Adam said with a roll of his eyes, all but shoving Ronan into the passenger seat. He held the door open for Chainsaw to be able to swoop in and land on the idiot's lap. The least Ronan could do was soothe her for the drive.

"You don't have--"

Adam cut him off with a glare. "We. Are. Going. To. The. Hospital. Am I being perfectly clear?"

"...yes." Ronan glared back, but then sank down in his seat, expression mulish.

Adam fixed him with a hard stare that lasted another few heartbeats, then gave a nod and snapped the door shut.

So yes, Ronan Lynch wasn't all that bad. Sometimes the devil you don't really is the better choice. Because sometimes that devil has a cute bird and makes good food and has great conversation. If he also scares the shit out of you on the regular and makes your heart race inexplicably, well, that's not so bad a deal. Right?

[acopenhagenarmy]

HUSH DARLING

Pairing: Hoseok x reader 

Warning: Dirty talk, praising kink, diry talk, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, dom!hobi, sub!reader

Summary: Being besties with Jung Hoseok has it’s perks, especially after a drunk night out...

Word count: 2.5K 

A/N: I told you, you would get something every day until friday, and it’s gonna be so much fun! 

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”Hoseok, stop dancing on the tables!” You all laughed, as you watched Taehyung desperately running after a very happy Hobi, doing his best to make his hyung behave in the restaurant you’d all rented out. But you all knew that this would be an incredibly difficult task, because a drunk Hobi, was a determined Hobi.

Nights like this were the best, sure you might have the restaurant to yourselves, but it still made you all feel like some fucked up youngsters in their twenties. Which was very different from your everyday lives. The boys had their music and a literal ARMY running around after them everywhere they went. And because of that you, and the rest of the girls had to watch them in the spotlight, from the very lonesome shadows.

You’d been best friends with Hoseok since that one day in Paris where the two of you literally ran into each other at the airport. Because of his broad and very muscular chest it was like running into a brick wall, and you of course ended up on the floor. Looking up you saw a very confused but laughing boy with a heart shaped smile.  

He had laughed a little while you’d spotted the fans running towards him. You knew who he was, after all him and the rest of the boys were the reason why you were there, so all you said from your place from the floor was: “You need to go now Hoseok, before they catch up. I’m okay, so go, I’ll see you tonight”

His expression went from happy to confused in the blink of an eye, as the security pushed him away from you. You’d never imagine you would be this close to one of your idols, but you’d always respected their privacy and hated those who didn’t. Which was why you told him to go. As he got pushed further away all he did was yell back: “Where do you sit?” and your answer was Y.

After a very long day, and a nap that was way to short you were finally at the stadium, but as you entered you were rushed away by security. You did your very best to keep calm, but it got harder as you walked through the hidden halls of the gigantic stadium. They pushed you inside a room and told you to wait. So you did, and that was when he entered. He wanted to thank you for helping him, so he’d arrange for you to get the full VIP-package, and from there the two of you became the best of friends.

Which is how you found yourself laughing your ass off with Seokjins fiancé, as you watched your drunk friends behave like crackheads. It wasn’t often you were all gathered like this, friends, boyfriends, fiancées. You name it, and you had it. But the night was coming to an end, soon the sun would be up, which meant you all had to crawl back into the shadows.

“Hope get your ass over here” You let go of Anna, who you up until now had used as your anchor while your laughed. For some reason you were the only one who could get through to Hoseok when ever he drank. He looked at you with the eyes of his stage persona, as he walked towards you as he licked his lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and opened your arms for him to wrap you in a tight hug as he usually did. Your little gesture worked, and he went from a predator to a fluff-ball in need of lots of affection and love, in a matter of seconds.

“Can we please go home?” He was much taller than you, and as his arms snaked around your body, he looked down at you with pleading eyes.

“Of course, we can my hope”

He hummed in appreciation, as he rested his chin on top of your head. Locking his hands around your lower back, and pulled you close to his chest. You laughed a little as you spotted Taehyungs amazed look.

“How the fuck did you do that?! I’ve been running around for forty minutes trying to get him to calm down, and now you’re telling me all you needed to do, was-was that?!” Behind him all you could see was the boys who practically were laying on top of each other as they laughed their asses off.

“It’s a talent Tae, don’t take it personally” You gave him a little wink as Hobi pulled you even closer

“She’s the Hobi whisperer, it has nothing to do with you, trust me! I’ve been there more times than I can count” Jin said as he blew him a kiss.

The pout on Tae’s lips might be a dramatic effect, but the hurt in his eyes were real. The way he stared at the floor caused you to break free from Hobi’s arms to wrap your friend in your own. Anything for making him smile once again.

“I’m gonna take him home now okay? He needs water, McDonalds and a lot of sleep if he’s gonna get to practice tomorrow” You gave Taehyung a little squeeze at the end of the sentence, which made him giggle into the crook of your neck.

“Okay noona. Thank you.”

“Anything for you my sweet boy” a small bush were creeping in on the young boys cheeks at the pet-name you gave him.

“Yaaaaaah! (Y/N) come on we need to go! I’m in serious need of a hamburger and Yoongi want fries”

“Your coming too?” You looked at Yoongi with a puzzled look, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders as response.

“Uh! I want food as well!” The boys tall and forever graceful leader came stumbling towards the three of you, almost falling over his own feet.

You shook your head, well there was nothing else to do, than to get these three some food and then to bed.

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“Noona don’t leave me” You were almost out the door when you looked back at a pouting Hoseok with his arms stretched out towards you, as he made grabby hands. You rested against the doorframe with a tiered smile;

“You need to sleep Hobi”

“Hell no, I need cuddles… Please come cuddle me?” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Okay, okay. But you need to keep quiet, we don’t wanna wake the others” You looked at both Yoongi and Namjoon who filled the other bed in the room.

“Yay! Come here I wanna spoon you”

A small chuckle left you as you laid beside your best friend. His strong arms found your waist and pulled you close to him, as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“You smell so nice noona” He hummed as he pulled you even closer, his lips were so close to your neck you could feel his breath, leaving goosebumps on your entire body. You could feel the blood rushing to color your cheeks a light red, and you thanked the gods for the dark room.

His long fingers started to explore your body, which made you shiver with every light touch he left on your bare skin.

“You’re shaking baby, are you cold?”

“Don’t call me that Hobi, I’m not you baby”

“Your right, you’re my baby girl, aren’t you (Y/N)?” The boldness in his voice made you want to curl up into a ball. This wasn’t right, he was your best friend. But his touch was everything you’d ever longed for, and you wanted more. No, you needed more.

The next thing you felt was his soft lips against the back of your neck and even softer fingers caressing the bare skin on your back, underneath the oversized t-shirt you’d borrowed only thirty minutes earlier. An almost silent moan escaped your lips as his hands caressed your ass slowly tracing your panties with a touch so light, you doubted it was even there.

At least that was until his finger slowly slipped further underneath them, as he slowly bit the soft skin on your neck to masker the amazing moans that left him. His fingers slowly rubbed along your damp lips, stroking and teasing you.

You couldn’t do anything but spread your legs to allow him to enter inside you. He pulled the duvets of you and looked down at your naked form as you laid there, face full of pleasure that he caused. He smirked as his eyes ate your body whole, biting his lips as he said:

“Look at you, being such a good girl taking everything I give you. Gosh Y/N, you’ve no idea for just how long I’ve wanted to hear you moan my name in pleasure.”

His long fingers started to poke at your small entrance, teasing you with their presence. You moaned out his name, which both sounded so wrong yet so right.

“Hush darling, we don’t wanna wake the others, do we? Or would you like an audience?”

One of his hands grabbed you breast and twisted your nipple as he spoke, leaving you in a state of pure euphoria. But his words still got to you, and suddenly you remembered just where and who you were with.

“Hoseok we can’t do this, everyone will hear. A-and we’re friends…” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, and while your brain did it best to try to find a meaning behind Hoseoks actions, his touch made it impossible for you to do any kind of rational thinking.

He slipped a finger inside of you and inhaled sharply as he heard the soft moan escape you lips once again. “Oh darling, have I’ve been to good at hiding it? My love and my desire for you?” As he said the word, he pushed yet another finger inside of you, watching over you as your facial expression once again captured his attention.

He loved having you like this, in his arms close to him, face in a light blush with an open mouth he couldn’t wait to devour. So that’s what he did. He flipped you over so that the two of you finally faces each other, pulling one of your legs over his hip, making your wet center hover over his growing member. And then he leaned in to kiss you.

He was drunk, he knew that, but he’d wanted you for so long, and now there was no turning back. His lips took your breath away as they found yours. Sparks went of inside your chest, as your hands found his hair and pulled him closer.

Your tongues dances as he grabbed your ass, pushing your core into him, grinding against him. His stiff cock was only hidden away from your soaking hole with the slim briefs he had worn to bed. He pumped his fingers in and out, making small whimpers leave you as your walls pulsed around him.

A sound of need leaves your mouth before you even notice it, as he pulls his long fingers out of you.

“Gosh baby girl do you need me that bad? Do you want me to fill you up real good, huh? Want me to fill you with my cock?”

He grabs the hem of his briefs as he speaks and pulls them down, revealing his thick and long member. Showing you just what you’ve been missing all these years. You instantly lick your lips by the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck the life out of him as he squirms beneath your touch.

“Can I feel you? Oh gosh please let me feel you” You can almost hear the whine in his voice as he scoots even closer towards you. He releases a long and hot breath when you start rubbing your tight pink pussy on the tip of his cock, your way of telling him, that you want this just as much as he does.

“You’re such a tease baby girl, making me want you even more without ever giving me what you know I crave” He bites your earlobe and align himself with your entrance.

“Can I put it in? I promise I’ll be gentle… At first”

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ Hobi, just fuck me already” You forget that you aren’t alone in the room, and almost yell at him in want and need.

He has done an incredible job at warming up and slide right in between your tight walls as both of you moan out into the room. He’s big and the burning stretch you feel is replaced by pleasure as he starts to grind into you.

His lips find yours and your hands finds his hair and pulls slightly as he spanks your ass. You bite your lip to conceal the loud moans that threaten to escape you as the sting from his hands leave a pink mark. He slide in and out of you with ease, like the two of you were made for each other. Hitting all the right places in his way leaving you trembling after every touch.

“Your pussy is so tight and needy baby girl, every time I try to pull out you suck me back in. Has it been long since anyone has been able to please you like this?” His hand reach down between your bodies finally giving some attention to your swollen clit.

“Gosh, fuck! I’m so close!” The knot inside your stomach grows bigger with every swirl of his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s right baby, come for me, I wanna know how it feels when that pretty little pussy comes all over my dick”

His thrusts was getting sloppier, and you knew he was close as well, so you look him in the eyes and moan: “Come with me baby, I wanna feel you fill me up with your hot seed” Your filthy words are all it takes to push him over the edge, and the feeling of him spilling everything he has inside of you is what push you over as well.

He hides his face in the crook of your neck as he stays inside of you, even after he gets soft. He pulls you close and kiss you wherever his lips can make contact with skin.

“That was amazing, you are amazing” His eyes sparkle as he gives you the compliment, and he continues: “I’m never letting you go Y/N, not after I’ve had you like this. We’re never letting you go”

You laugh a little, he must be fucked out of his mind.

“Hobi I think you’re a little confused, it’s you not we” You look down at him and see the smirk that creeps onto his lips

“Oh no, he’s right when he says we” You push Hoseok away from you naked form, desperate with covering yourself up by the sudden sound of Yoongi.

You look towards both of the boys, in the bed across from you pupils blown, as they palm themselves through their pants.

Namjoon looks at you as he bites his bottom lip “We all want you kitten, so will you let us have you?”

[eeveeobrien-blog]

&&. word has it ( everlee o’brien ) was just spotted around the city. ( she ) is a ( 23 ) year old affiliated with ( the corsican mafia ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( liana liberato ). ( she ) has been said to be ( cunning and resourceful ) but also quite ( possessive and rebellious ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( server at sunny maria’s / art thief ).

01. the canvas

( everlee o’brien ) would describe ( herself ) as a ( summer ) person and would identify as a ( estp / neutral evil ). ( her ) birthday is ( october 29 ), making ( her ) star sign ( scorpio ) and ( her) animal sign the ( wolf ). ( her ) biggest pet peeve is ( people leaving ), and ( her ) theme song is ( i don’t exist by olivia o’brien ). finally, ( her ) primary goal is to ( find a family on her own ).

02. the collage

the only thing that everlee knew of her family was that they had given her a name. besides that, she had never known what truly happened of them. sure as a young child she hoped that it had been a mistake, that she had just ended up at the fire station because they lost her. the small dreamer of a girl would grow to understand that if her parents had truly wanted her that she would wake up in the same bed every morning with her own space instead of sharing it with other children whose parents had left them too.

being in the system from birth really gave her a different perspective on life. she had seen kids in and out, kids that had found homes right away, and kids that lost their parents way too young. she didn’t know if she should make friends considering she never really knew if she would see them one day and they’d be gone the next. everlee had led a fairly lonely life. it wasn’t that she didn’t want a home, because she did. in fact, it was the only thing she had ever wanted. but her life was not so easy.

the first foster home she had been in was not good by any sort of imagination, the family simply taking more and more kids to collect the checks they would get from the government and pay no attention to their basic needs. there were many nights where her and her fellow foster siblings would share a single saltine cracker because her foster parents had blown all of the money gambling or on booze. so she acted out, just to get out of that situation, even if it meant being back in the system. she would do anything to have more than just the scraps to eat and at least have a bed to sleep on again.

this pattern of bad fosters homes continued, and with it everlee’s attitude continued to worsen becoming an absolute burden on anyone who ever fostered her. there was one home in particular when she was around ten years old where the family was fostering seven kids, all of them were younger than everlee and she just couldn’t stand to sit idly by and let these kids starve. so she started stealing, it was only a few things here and there like packets of ramen to make for the kids to eat in the late hours of the night when she had snuck back into the house. but she was good at it. perhaps because no one suspected a ten year old to be stealing anything for that matter, but as she stole more things and bigger items, she discovered a sort of knack for it, never getting caught and becoming a robin hood of sorts for her foster siblings.

after a while she found herself back in the system until she had been adopted by another family. given her experiences, she was hesitant; however, this family was caring. they just wanted to give her a good home, a place to be. even when she acted up, they seemed like they loved her unconditionally. it was as if she could do nothing wrong in their eyes. that felt good. to feel like she was wanted for the first time in her life. it was all she had ever wanted, and she thought of how thankful she was every night when she had crawled into her bed with a room of her own.

just because she had the family didn’t mean that her urge for stealing things had faded away. In fact, it had only grown exponentially, switching from stealing food to stealing items for herself. things that she could physically possess. evie never got caught, she felt like she was unstoppable. each new item she got, she stashed them away hiding them from her foster family. everything all seemed to be going well, until it didn’t. she had been stupid one day, hesitant with her methods. there was something that told her to stop what she was doing, but she fought that instinct, nothing had ever happened to her so why would it now? she should have listened to her gut because she had gotten caught red handed with an abundance of the fancy jewelry she had snatched.

with a criminal record now, her foster family was devastated. there was something in the laws that prevented her from staying in the home, something that she hadn’t realized. when the social worker whisked her away from the only family that had ever shown her love, she realized the mistake she had made. that her insatiable need for taking things that didn’t belong to her had completely overcome her and blinded her from the fact that she already had everything she wanted. that singular event would send ripples through her already tumultuous life, driving her more into stealing and that life of crime she made for herself. if she thought it had been hard to be out of the system before, it had only been ten times harder with the criminal record now branded to her name. potential foster parents would meet her and go through the whole process until they found that blip on her record and would change their mind. taking care of a teenager who was into crime was just too much for most parents, even the ones that claimed they would do anything to have a child.

figuring she would only ever be looked at as something tarnished, she never had any interest in trying to find a family and her sixteenth birthday was coming up. she was in relatively good health, and the orphanage she had practically grown up in no longer thought she was a fit candidate to find a home to be placed in. before her birthday, she had stolen more things, none of which she would keep for herself. in fact, she quickly learned that stealing things of high importance was quite a lucrative business and soon enough she was able to save just enough money to find a place to live. of course it wasn’t the ideal circumstances, some old lady had simply agreed to let her live in her basement for a small fee every month, but she had a bed and a blanket and the old lady never asked questions as long as the rent was there on time.

she continued to steal various items, wallets, jewels, watches off of anyone that had been unsuspecting until one day she had caught a bit of a documentary on an infamous art thief who had made a ton of money off of their profits. curious, she began to look more into it trying to absorb as much information as she could to see if it was something she could do. it was all about confidence, about making it seem like you weren’t doing it. the best ones could do it in broad daylight with all of the security there, if they knew exactly what they were doing. if they had a plan and stuck to it, they could successfully pull it off. this had fascinated her, figuring that if she could do it and really pull it off she could make a lot of money for herself.

she started out with something small, something easy for her to take from the local museum. when she left without questions she could feel that spark of exhilaration rush through her veins, the spark that she had gotten away with it. it wasn’t hard finding someone to sell it to, in fact it had been quite easy and she turned quite a large profit for it. that was the start of a very lucrative hobby that would allow her to save and save so when she was eighteen she could go off to college and have a place for herself. if no family would provide it for her, then by god she would make something for herself.

not long after she had stolen a few more paintings and saved enough money for herself, she enrolled into the local school in hopes to pursue a degree in art history. she figured if she knew which pieces were more valuable, she could study more on how much she really should have been selling the paintings for. knowing their worth would be a great tool for business, especially because up until that point she had been lowballing the prices. it was in college where she had so happened to meet two of her best friends, tyler and soleil, ones that she claimed as her own family as they went through the four years together.

sometime during her second year of college, she happened to meet some of the associates soleil knew from the french mafia he had been with. that piqued her interest greatly, figuring that she would be able to work for someone with purpose and get paid generously to them. all she had to do was prove her loyalty and prove her skill. a group of people who encouraged her to steal and wanted her to stick around was the perfect concoction of circumstances that would appeal to evie for the rest of her life.

figuring she should probably start claiming this money somewhere, everlee decided to get a job, one where she could slowly claim her cash as her own instead of having just cash laying around. she found herself as a server at sunny maria’s, the perfect laundering opportunity for her to smudge how much she had made in tips there. it was there where she had met saria. the girls bonded immediately, and it was refreshing to have a sort of a girl friend who seemed like she would be sticking around for awhile. besides tyler and soleil, evie never had a friend where she could just be herself around. from coworkers, they began spending more time together, having late night wine nights together just talking about life. with the three of them by her side, she finally started to feel as if she had a family of her own.

for the next three years, she would find herself working for the corsican’s and at sunny maria’s living a life she never thought she could make for herself. when the head of the corsican finally came to america, she proved herself one last time for something that damien had asked her to do before she was officially involved with them. now she finds herself living quite a simple life, renting out an apartment with her best friend tyler, and spending the day shifts with saria, and occasionally stealing very important art pieces for the corsican’s. there is not a single thing she wants to change in her life, but she is holding onto so tight that her knuckles are white. she lives in a constant fear that one day, the life she had built for herself that she loved so dearly will be taken away from her. evie will do everything in her power to make sure that doesn’t happen, but she knows better than anyone that life could change at the drop of a hat and that nothing in her life is guaranteed.

03. the brushstrokes

FULL NAME: Everlee Adelaide O’Brien GENDER: female, she/her AGE: twenty-three DATE OF BIRTH: october 29, 1995 ETHNICITY: white NATIONALITY: american LANGUAGE: english, elementary french HEIGHT: 5’7 EYES: blue HAIR: blonde TATTOOS: i’m sure she has some EDUCATION: bachelors in art history OCCUPATION: server at sunny maria’s cafe / art thief for the corsican SEXUALITY: pansexual

WESTERN ZODIAC: scorpio – fearless, passionate // destructive, possessive EASTERN ZODIAC: pig – loyal, gentle // naive, short tempered CELTIC ANIMAL: wolf GEMSTONE: opal ELEMENTS: water POSITIVE TRAITS (+): cunning & resourceful NEGATIVE TRAITS (-): possessive & rebellious