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“#JOIT” oh im fucking crying😭 I just KNOW this man is funny off set too
The ending of season 2 of CM Evolution gave me a heart attack.😱
spoilers below
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
Mark me as scared and horny. I'll say no more. Sexual content in today's episode. Finally.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Accustomed to being the one in control Elias isn't ready for the tables to turn. His tactic of push-and-pull isn't one sided anymore. But the consequences of her actions will leave her breathless, wanting more... Even as they scare the hell out of her.
Elias watched with a smirk on his lips as the bathroom door slam shut. Poor thing, so rushed to wash down the desire he'd awaken in her. He knew it was pointless, she secretly craved the chase, craved what he had to offer her, maybe even wanted a touch of danger with him.
But more importantly, she craved him. He'd seen it in the way her lips had parted as if inviting him to claim them, her eyes waiting for his move, a soft gasp escaping her lips when he'd leaned in. He'd controlled her in a way she hadn't anticipated.
The problem was, control wasn't fun when your opponent simply went feeble. It'd been a moment of weakness on her side, not a consent for what was about to come.
And consent was important, not because he cared so much about her permission, but because persuading her, swaying her heart into the right direction right into his hands, would be a rewarded challenge of its own, and Elias had always been one to enjoy it.
Now, a few hours later, he watched her keeping herself occupied, avoiding unnecessary interactions. She was making efforts to keep her distance, both physically and emotionally. It was predictable and he knew that by doing so she was trying to resist the desires that were still inside her.
Silence them, ignore them, deny them, nip them in the bud.
Such a waste of time for what was inevitable to him.
He could ignore her icy exterior, of course. Let her become frustrated with her inner conflict. But where was the fun in that? He wanted her to play the game actively, he wanted her to yearn for his very dominance she fought against, the very control he held over her.
The key, he mused, was to keep the tension simmering, to keep her on her toes with a push-and-pull strategy. A balance between distance and intimacy.
Or the lack of balance in that case.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I feel like I'm the only one who actually write for Elias. xd Wish there were fanfics about him being a main character and not just a side villain to the story.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: All work and no play make Elias a dull boy. But boredom and attraction is a dangerous mix.
For the past two days, Evelyn had been growing accustomed to the routine in the cabin. Elias needed her insights occasionally, and she had provided them the best she could. However when she wasn’t consulting with him, she spent most of her time alone in her room, lost in thought. She wasn't soaked in miserable thoughts though. With each passing hour, she began to reassess her situation. Here, she had her belongings, security, food, and a comfortable bed. And compared to the institution and the frantic days on the run, this wasn't so bad.
No, she wasn't truly free, but the deal she had made was temporary, so all she needed to do was to wait till Elias wouldn't need her help anymore, hopefully soon. And even if he decided to change the conditions of the deal, she believed that she could eventually turn the tables in her favor. She had faced worse situations and survived; this was just another challenge.
The only other thing she had to deal with was growing boredom. With nothing else to do, she rummaged through her unpacked belongings like in a treasure chest, until her fingers brushed against something she hadn't noticed before – her old iPad. Music! Her lifeline, her solace, her personal therapist! And a great killer of time.
Bless Elias, for whatever reason, he had taken it from her apartment.
Smiling, she plugged in her headphones and turned on the device picking up a song. Soon music filled hear ears and her wary head with a positive energy she needed so much. She closed her eyes, letting the music transport her to a place where worries and fears faded away. Her body feeling the rhythm, started swaying slowly until her feet led her to the middle of the room.
Meanwhile with less rhythmical tempo, Elias paced the living room, feeling boredom settled over him.
Two days. Two damn days cooped up in that room. He'd expect her defiance to be a constant off-note in the air, a challenge for him, a source of excitement. Instead, silence. She only emerged for meals, quick showers, and when he called her to use her skills. It was almost… disappointing. What was the point of having her here if she acted like she wasn't?
Normally, he'd go out, find some entertainment, another victim to play with. But with Evelyn here, he didn't want to leave her entirely alone. Not yet. Not until he found a way to ensure she wouldn't run.
Stupid. She was nothing like he'd imagine. Where was the spark, the fight in her eyes? Was she planning something? Plotting an escape in her room? Or worse, plotting against him?
He wondered if perhaps he'd made her too comfortable. Maybe she adapted a little bit too quickly. He needed to lure her out, engage her, see what was inside that pretty head of hers. With a sigh, he headed towards her room to see what was she doing.
When he slowly opened the door, he was met with an unexpected sight. Evelyn was slowly dancing to music, her eyes closed, headphones on her head, body swaying to the rhythm... She looked so different, so relaxed and at ease.
He definitely had made her feel too comfortable.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
This episode is hella long. But it's important to have it all discussed before we get down to them having sex business.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Welcome to a nice cozy Airbnb owned by a dangerous criminal mastermind who offers her a collaboration in exchange for helping hand.
"Really? What are you trying to achieve here?" He asked. "Look around, Evelyn. I'm offering you a safe haven. Where else are you going to run to?"
Even though she knew he was right, she couldn't help but feel that there was a hidden threat in this deal, a dangerous contract he hadn't revealed yet. Every instinct screamed at her to run.
"Safe?" she countered with disbelief. "How safe can I actually feel with you?"
"The world out there is a far greater danger," he said avoiding answering her question directly. "The police are hunting you, Evelyn. They won't hesitate to lock you away and throw away the key."
She stared at him, uncertain of what to do. The police wouldn't hesitate to do that, but what about him? Wasn't it like treading one prison for another? The frustration was boiling inside her. She wanted to scream, to lash out at the situation she was in, cause there was no good choice for her and they both knew it.
As if sensing her internal battle, he took a few steps forward. His moves were calculated, steady and resolute. He wouldn't let her get away, not a chance.
She felt like a small animal cornered by a wolf. She looked around and with the last attempt to gain some kind of control (or maybe out of pure disobedience), she darted past him, towards the car. But he was quicker. He lunged, his arms wrapped around her in a vice grip, his body pressed against hers.
"Not so fast, Snow White." he growled. The warmth of his breath tickled her neck. "You like making things difficult, ha?"
He easily spun her around, away from the car and then released her slowly, but his hand drifted towards the gun holstered at his hip. The unspoken threat of comply, or face the consequences. She looked at him and raised her hands high in surrender, the game was over, his patience wore off, that was clear. "Alright," she rasped, she had to swallow the bitter pill of surrender. "You win."
He smirked. "Good, now go." He gestured towards the cabin.
ohallthecrushes reblogged
Please hear me out… when I tell you I am on my KNEES for this man. I mean like look at him?! And look at his hair! Omg- I’m going insane… please someone write for him. Yes I have issues, this is self explanatory 😭
I'm writing for him, cause damn the same. 🥺
I'm sorry, but THIS
reminds me of THIS
And I cannot unseen it, so I'm infecting you.
Also I LOVE how she said it, so true:
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
Soooo... There's a couple of twists in today's episode. I'm a sucker for some cliches as you'll see, but oh well.
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: She's almost finally where he wants her to be. But the rest of the way they have to go on foot. Holding hands.
Exhaustion crashed over Evelyn. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the endless stretch of road had pulled her into a sleep. In the soft light of the morning sun filtering through the trees, she looked almost ethereal, her features delicate and serene in sleep. He had been watching her for a moment, before finally rousing her from her slumber.
When she finally stirred, disoriented, it was to the sight of Elias leaning close, his face inches from hers, squeezing her arm gently.
"Wake up, Snow White," he murmured as he watched her with an intense look.
"Where are we?" she mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, ignoring his stare.
Instead of answering, he leaned back, his gaze sweeping over the scene before them. They were no longer on the open road. The car was parked at the end of a narrow, dirt path that disappeared into the a deep forest. Sunlight dappled through the trees, casting long shadows. The air smelled like a damp earth and decaying leaves.
Her stomach tightened with unease. A deep forest, miles from civilization, with a dangerous man for company. What had she been thinking, getting into this car?
He seemed to sense her hesitation, her reluctance to venture into the unknown, but he didn't care. He left the car, walked over and reached into the trunk, retrieving a large duffel bag. When she got out as well, he looked at her. "The rest of the way is on foot." he announced, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
"Foot?" Her voice rose an octave. "Why? Where are we even going?"
This was madness. Why, why had she agreed to any of this?
He didn't answer. Instead, he did something unexpectable. He walked over to her and took her hand in his in a firm grip.
Before she could protest, he started walking, pulling her along the forest path. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, leaving no room for argument.
"Don't worry, Snow White," he said, his voice a low murmur close to her ear. "You're in my hands now. And trust me, this is exactly where you need to be."
After seeing 17x02 Criminal minds
My thought below the line.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: 🎶Should I stay or should I go now?🎶 Elias starts messing with her head, manipulating her into thinking he's her best option to survive. Plus a little bit of smug flirtation on his side.
Her brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and defiance. Couldn't he give her a break? She met his gaze. "You're kidding."
A smirk played on Elias' lips as he watched the play of emotions on her face. Her initial surprise quickly turned into a defiance. He'd known she'd consider escape, that a chance of freedom would be too hard to resist. Gaining her trust was proving more challenging than he'd anticipated. She had a rebellious nature, it was clear to see. And that could be a big problem if he didn't find a way to keep it at bay...
"Look, I've put some effort into finding you, not for you to run away immediately. I need a quick rest and I need to be sure that you'll be here when I open my eyes."
Yet, the way her eyes narrowed, the way she crossed her arms in a protest, held a perverse kind of fascination for him. That rebellious spirit, that flame that refused to be extinguished... She challenged him from the beginning, refusing to submit to him. He liked that.
"Stubborn," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Just like I predicted." He extended the handcuffs towards her, the metal made a soft clank sound. "Come on, Snow White. Let's not make this any harder than it needs to be."
She looked at him with her chin up. She wouldn't agree to be cuffed. not unless he forced her with his gun...but that would be a contradiction to what he'd said to her earlier and he wouldn't sound very trustworthy now. She gulped, either way she hoped the gun wouldn't be the extension of his persuasion.
He smirked, he knew she wouldn't go for it willingly. She wasn't the type to be easily subdued. But unlike the naive doctors and clueless police, Elias understood her. Much better than she understood herself.
He tossed the handcuffs onto the table with a nonchalant shrug. "Alright, alright," he conceded, feigning exasperation. "You win. No cuffs. But don't think for a second that we're done talking." His voice softened, but there was a warning in his eyes. "You're more than capable of taking care of yourself, that much is clear, but you're not making it easier for yourself by being blindly unruly."
Even though it looked like a backing down, he knew exactly what he was doing. It was a risk though, offering her a choice, the illusion of a choice to be honest, but it should appease her need for rebellion.
She stared at him as she analyzed his behavior, her gaze unwavering. The absence of force, the offer of a choice, was quite unexpected. Was he manipulating her decision? Trying to lull her into a false sense of security?
"I'm not blindly unruly, Elias," she finally said. "I'm just not a fool."
"Fine." He says as he shrugged. "And not a fan of playing with handcuffs, get it. Maybe some other time."
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Breaking into a house, whether it's abandoned or not, comes with a risk of dealing with a proposition that it's hard to decline.
Before Evelyn could stop him, Elias reached for the door handle. The front door creaked open with a rusty protest against the intrusion. Looked like it was really abandoned or someone forgot to lock it. She followed him inside, her warm breath created a fog in the cool, stale air when she sighed. The interior mirrored the house's neglected exterior – peeling wallpaper, dust everywhere, furniture barely standing...
"All I want is to stay away from trouble and somehow I'm still getting into a bigger one" she muttered under her breath with disbelief, complaining to herself at the same time. Here she was, at the doorway, contemplating whether to commit another crime or not.
Glancing around the sparsely furnished living room that bled into a grimy kitchen, she couldn't help but hope the place was deserted. Her break-in yesterday had been a stroke of luck and a desperate attempting to find a shelter – a family on vacation, the flat empty, no one even noticed, no damage done. This one, however, held a different energy. She noticed an open cereal box on the counter, and a few bottles of unopened beer – signs of life, however meager.
She sighed again as she went inside. She should have stayed in the car before Elias locked it instead of getting out with him.
"Looks empty down here. I'll check upstairs."
She jumped, startled by the unexpected sound of his voice. Her gaze darted to the avocado-green old fridge staying in the corner. Hunger, merely appeased by one single hot dog, made its presence known again. With a sigh, she abandoned any pretense of innocence.
"Go on." she said "I'll stay here guarding... the fridge." She opened it ignoring his surprised look, and reached for a lonely sausage that looked still fresh-ish. As she peeled the plastic off of it, a little voice in her head relentlessly judged her life choices.
After a long moment of silence and two bites later she heard the creak of the stairs. It made her spin around, a sausage halfway to her mouth. Elias, not someone else, stood there and flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "One snoring old drunk man upstairs. As long as we keep it quiet, he'll sleep like a baby."
The news should have been a relief, but it wasn't. She started thinking...What if the old man wasn't such a sound sleeper? What if he woke up and stumbled downstairs to find them rummaging through his belongings? Her voice, when she finally spoke, was a whisper. "And… and if he wakes up?"
He shrugged, a casual movement that concerned her. "Then I'll take care of it."
His words were...unsettling to say the least, his tone nonchalant, as if he were discussing the weather. A glint in his dark blue eyes, a sign of something cold and calculating caused her to step back from him.
The tiny voice in her head was judging her ability to judge people correctly.
He noticed her reaction and put up his hands, saying he was only joking. Surely.
"Right, joking" she echoed, her voice barely a whisper. As she was about to turn her eyes away, something caught her attention. With his hands up, his shirt went up revealing something metallic tucked into his waistband. She blinked away the initial shock.
Fuck.
You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.
I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)
Without further ado!
Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)
Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.
General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language, death... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.
In this episode: Evelyn exhausted after spending the last few days on running and hiding, hops into a taxi with the intention to flee the city. Unfortunately, the taxi driver isn't what he appears to be.
Rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon. Evelyn was huddled low in the backseat. Her heart was hammering against her ribs every time a cop car was passing by. The man behind the wheel, a mid-age looking guy with a baseball cap on his head and bristle on his face, glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Looks like they got the whole damn city on a hunt." he rumbled. His voice was husky and low, laced with curiosity or complain, Evelyn couldn't decide which.
"You think so?" She forced a casual tone, but her throat felt dry. Elias, as the taxi driver introduced himself, had picked her up from an empty parking lot. It was a stroke of pure, desperate luck from her side. Luckily he hadn't questioned her request to "just go", and just taken her money and driven away. She couldn't believe her own daring to trust a stranger like that, but at this point, she didn't have a much of a choice if she wanted to flee the city.
Elias grunted, his eyes flicked back to the road. She studied his face in the rearview mirror – the crooked nose, the stubble, casual clothes... He looked like a normal guy, but there was something in his posture, in his glances, as if something untamed was beneath the surface. Intriguing, under normal circumstances. Now, it just made her nervous.
"Where are we going, anyway?" He finally broke the suffocating silence.
She shrugged. "Far away from here, I guess?."
Elias (Elias, he kept reminding himself, not Sicarius. Not yet.) stole another glance at her.
A few days ago he'd been captivated by the news reports – the "troubled young woman" who'd outsmarted highly secure institution in the state, twice. Twice! And the second time wrecked havoc on her way out. The arrogance, the audacity of it, it thrilled him. More importantly, it showed a kind of ruthlessness, an understanding of the game that most people lacked. She wasn't a killer, not in the traditional sense, despite the allegations against her. He could see that much. But there was a fire in her, a strong determination to survive and a capacity for violence that intrigued him. He figured that her sharp mind and cunning ability could be a perfect addition to his growing criminal network.
All he needed was her trust at first. He needed to convince her that he was the only one who understood her point of view. The only one who could help her.
He tried to form a connection, but unfortunately she wasn't interested in chitchat. His every attemp for conversation was deflected with dismissal. It seemed like his charm didn't work on her. Well... But at least he convinced her that despite the recognition, he wouldn't drop her at the nearest police station. He cleared his throat. "Don't worry, kid. You're safe with me." The words tasted strange on his tongue, like a foreign kindness. Feigned of course, but for now, it was enough.
She grimaced, after all she'd been through, she didn't trust anyone. She was cautious about this taxi driver, but the whole city's police was out to get her so she didn't have any choice than to let this man help her. At least for now. It was suspicious that he said he wouldn't turn her in. He could have, he'd had a chance with every police car passing them by. And yet, he didn't. His motives unclear, but if he tried anything funny, she'd escape. She'd become good at it after all.
Suddenly the music playing at the radio stopped as the newscaster's voice filled the cab. "...authorities are still searching for Evelyn Thorne, the young woman suspected of..." The voice droned on, listing a litany of her supposed crimes. Each word was another nail hammered into the coffin of her innocence. She shot a venomous glare at the radio. "Dangerous and unstable," the announcer finished with a flourish. She snorted. "Dangerous by accident and not unstable," she muttered under her breath.
Elias kept his eyes fixed on the rain-slicked road ahead. "They always paint the picture they want, don't they?" His voice held a hint of something similar to understanding, and even shared cynicism. She glanced at him with a hesitant curiosity. He wasn't scared of her, not in the way the doctors, the police, even her own reflection had been lately. There was a calmness to him that she found strangely comforting. Didn't trust it though, not one bit.
"Yeah...you think they'll ever be interested to see the truth?" Her question sounded half rhetorical. She wasn't naive enough to believe in some grand reveal, some magical moment where everyone would understand. But she held onto that tiny hope that still lived in her heart that maybe someone would understand.
He didn't answer right away, the silence stretching between them. Finally, he spoke, with a low voice. "The truth is whatever you make it, kid. They can paint you a villain, but that doesn't mean you have to stay in the line." A slow, sarcastic smirk spread across her face at his words. His words were cryptic, and she couldn't decipher the hidden meaning if there was any. Nor she couldn't decipher his intentions yet, but a thought crossed her mind when she looked at the window – being trapped in this taxi cab was still a better option than hiding in the rain.
Catching a glimpse of her smirk, he felt a thrill course through him. Underneath the determination and defiance, there was something dark stirring within her, a darkness he recognized, a darkness he could nurture... He imagined that he would win her trust, bit by bloody bit, until she saw the world through his blood-stained eyes. Until she understood there was another path, a darker path, and he would be her guide. He would show her the beauty of chaos, the freedom in destruction.
Unaware of his thoughts she took a deep breath, relaxing her tense shoulders. Relief, a fragile thing, began to seep into her as she realized that this taxi driver probably really wasn't going to turn her in. But she couldn't relax fully. Fatigue was a relentless foe. The constant scanning for danger was exhausting. Not mentioned the lack of proper sleep.
A yawn escaped her lips. "You should try to get some sleep," he suggested, his voice gruff but not unkind. She lifted her eyebrow. Sleep? In a moving vehicle with a stranger behind the wheel? No, thanks. "I can't sleep," she muttered as she leaned her head against the window, watching the city lights.
He shifted his focus to the road. Her wariness didn't faze him. He was a patient predator, content to wait for the right moment. His determination and a confidence in his plan had made him drive for hours searching for her. Luckily it wasn't in vain. He had her now, a precious pawn in his twisted game. His hands tightened on the wheel.
His hideout awaited, a haven she didn't even know she craved.
The miles slipped by, measured by the rhythmic drumming of rain on the roof. Evelyn's eyelids, lulled by the monotony, began to droop in spite of her resistance until sleep, the traitor, finally claimed her.
Elias' lips curved into a small smile as he stole a glance at her. He had to admit, that even in a dim light, her beauty was undeniable. Porcelain skin, blue eyes that were a nice contrast against the dark curtain of her hair – a not so innocent Snow White lost in a storm.
She was sleeping for a while, but it wasn't a deep sleep, no. more of a restless doze with disturbing flashing images of police and doctors running after her. Soon she woke up with a jolt, by her stomach growling in protest. Great. Just what she needed – hunger on top of everything else. With a deep sigh, she rubbed her eyes as she looked at Elias and mumbled, "If I bribe you with imaginary money, would you stop for some food?"
He chuckled. "Imaginary money? Well, seeing as how the real kind seems to be in short supply for you right now, I suppose I can make an exception." Soon he pulled into the nearest gas station and she watched him disappearing into the brightly lit mini-mart. Even with the minimal reprieve, her nerves remained on edge. What if he went to call the police? Her knee was slightly bouncing as she waited for him with growing impatience. When he reappeared alone (ooff), he clutched two brown paper bags in his hands, one for her, one for him.
He turned to face her to give her the bag, the scent of hot dogs filled the car. "Here you go, Snow White. Two all-beef franks, just the way you like them… probably." His voice held a hint of amusement. She ignored the nickname as she finally had a chance to take a good look at him in the harsh fluorescent light. He was somewhere in his early forties with deep lines etched on both sides of his crooked wolfish nose, and intense dark blue eyes. His hair, a mess of short curls under the baseball cap gave him a surprisingly boyish look despite the stubble shadowing his jaw. He caught her staring, and a playful glint ignited in his eyes.
"Like what you see?" he drawled, a teasing lilt to his voice to see how she'd react.
A blush crept up her pale cheeks as she blinked surprised. "What? No, I mean... umm...w-whatever, sorry for staring..." She mumbled, her gaze darting away to the hot dog in her hand. What a fascinating hotdog... Her reaction was cute, he thought. He kept his gaze on her a bit longer than necessary. Could it be that she was attracted to him? That'd be an interesting addition to his plan, and a weakness he could exploit. His calculated mind was already thinking about the possibilities. It could be a way to bind her closer to him, to make her stay... He turned away and started the engine. If he played his cards right, he could have her if he wanted to, quite literally, body and mind. A chilling smile played on his lips. The prospect was undeniably interesting.
Evelyn focused on eating, trying to forget the awkward moment. The man had something in him, a charm maybe, but definitely wasn't her type. She hoped that he didn't think much of her reaction.
The relentless rain continued its drumbeat on the roof of the car as he drove away. Minutes had bled into one another, the city lights left behind... He looked at her. She was picking at the remains of her hotdog, her brows furrowed in consternation. They were on the outskirts now. Two-story houses with manicured lawns were lined the streets. An idea, dark and twisted, sparked in his mind. He was tired and needed a rest, but finding a motel, where someone could recognise her or where she could disappear on him, would be risky.
He slowed the car, his finger pointing out the window. "How many people you think live there?" The house he gestured towards was large, with two gleaming SUVs parked in the driveway.
She followed his gaze, slightly confused by his question. "Four, maybe five? Big family I guess..." she shrugged.
"yeah, too many moving parts. What about that one?" His finger shifted to a smaller house on the next block, a ramshackle structure that seemed to sag under its own weight. "One, max two? Probably some old folks or someone who's seen better days.. Or maybe it's abandoned?"
Her suspicion was growing until she understood his implication, though she couldn't believe it. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice barely a whisper as he drove the car at the back of the old house. Breaking into a house – a crime she'd sworn off just yesterday ago – was apparently back on the menu. And not by her choice this time.
He stopped the car and cut the engine. Then he met her gaze with his dark blue eyes. "We both know you don't have much choice, do you, Snow White? Do you want to stay off the radar or not?" His voice was a low murmur. He wanted to test her willingness to cooperate, and to see how far she would go to survive. Would she play along or woudl she defy him? He couldn't wait to see.
She clenched her jaw and furrowed her brows. Great... Of course the only person that wanted to help her was some kind of criminal himself. Normalcy, it seemed, was way beyond her reach. Stepping out of the car, she felt the rain chilling her skin to the bone. With a forced acceptance she hesitantly followed him towards the rickety house.
Master list
Criminal Minds Evolution
Small pieces:
YOU’RE A STORM IN A TEACUP AND I’M STARTING TO LIKE THE CHAOS//Elias VoitxEvelyn
Episode 1: Evelyn exhausted after spending the last few days on running and hiding, hops into a taxi with the intention to flee the city. Unfortunately, the taxi driver isn’t what he appears to be.
Episode 2: Breaking into a house, whether it’s abandoned or not, comes with a risk of dealing with a proposition that it’s hard to decline.
Episode 3: 🎶Should I stay or should I go now?🎶 Elias starts messing with her head, manipulating her into thinking he’s her best option to survive. Plus a little bit of smug flirtation on his side.
Episode 4: She’s almost finally where he wants her to be. But the rest of the way they have to go on foot. Holding hands.
Episode 5: Welcome to a nice cozy Airbnb owned by a dangerous criminal mastermind who offers her a collaboration in exchange for helping hand.
Episode 6: All work and no play make Elias a dull boy. But boredom and attraction is a dangerous mix.
Episode 7: Elias has his clever ways to make her craving to do the exact opposite of what she wanted to or should do in the first place.
Episode 8: Accustomed to being the one in control Elias isn't ready for the tables to turn. His tactic of push-and-pull isn't one sided anymore. But the consequences of her actions will leave her breathless, wanting more... Even as they scare the hell out of her.
Episode 9: He makes some amends and takes her on a mission. They have a job to do. One simple job that definitely don't include breaking his rules and dancing in a stolen dress.
Episode 10: Elias craves Evelyn with every fabric of his being. He isn’t a gentle man, and this won’t be a gentle sex. He intends to overwhelm her, to take her apart, to claim her, to break down any defiance that’s left in her. He wants her surrender to be complete. And if that’ll happen to be too much for her?
Oh well, he thought, she’d seen that coming.
Episode 11: Everything about him is infuriating. The way he watches her with those dark blue eyes, always a step ahead. The way he can disarm her with a sarcastic remark or that cocky grin, cutting through her defenses like they are nothing. And then there is the way he touches her, like he knows exactly what buttons to press to make her body react a certain way. He is infuriating because she can’t stop wanting him, no matter how hard she tried to keep him at a distance.
The Sandman/Morpheus // Angel the series spin-off
This is bunch of stories with a future spin-off of Angel the series (anyone still a fan of this series or am I the only one still alive here? xd) about a girl who gained supernatural abilities and cosmic-like powers after her near-death experience. Even though she's O/C, I still refer to her as Reader. Stories will be putting here in the right order, but I think most of them can be read as a one-stand story.
(if it sounds confusing, that's ok, I don't know how to put it together for now yet. ^^ I have this established story about her in my head that started with Angel series and went to the Sandman, but it's a big tale to tell, so I need to fragment it to smaller tales.)
Cupcake in which you accidentally call Morpheus Cupcake.
What about love? in which two idiots confessing their feelings to each other with a little help of their friends. Or do they?
A forehead kiss melts away any frozen hearts in which Morpheus finds out what effect a simple forehead kiss has on Reader. And they kind of admit to their feelings.
Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel/Vecna
Joker:
I got you stuck in my head, isn’t it funny? (smut, angst)
Wherever you go I’ll find you (angst, comfort)
Arthur Fleck:
Heat exhaustion (comfort)
Tears (angst, comfort)
Drawing you in (smut)
Soaking wet (comfort, fluff)
Both, cause you can’t have one without the other:
Carnival:
Carnival and butterfly (fluff)