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Crossroads: the second meeting | Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: The second of your and Joel’s promised three meetings. And third, and fourth, and…?
Tags: we’ve got INTRIGUE, we’ve got ~demonic temptation~ (consensually), we’ve got getting caught in the rain 👀; it’s all happening. demon!Joel; not an age gap fic. Reader has their period in one scene, but honestly aside from that we’re still a GN!Reader.
Words: 6,717
Note: We are IN IT now babes okay I promise, if you thought the first meeting was boring just forget about it and read this one 😌🙏🏼
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No matter how you angled, jiggled, or cajoled it, your front door key remained firmly stuck in its lock. With a deep sigh, you rested your forehead against the painted wood, and you thought of Joel. Right now your greatest desire was to be inside your house; you wondered what price he would demand to grant your wish.
“You rang?”
Gasping, you spun around. Your heart slammed in your chest. “Jesus! Joel! What the fuck!”
In the hallway behind you, Joel came to a stop. He put his hands up, a chuckle rolling out of him. “Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Could sense you wishin’ for my company, that’s all.”
“I wasn’t wishing for your company.” Lingering adrenaline sharpened your tongue, and the words sliced from it before you could consider who you were talking to. “I was wishing for your powers, so they could give me a damn working door.”
In the dim hall, It was hard to read the glimmer in his golden eyes. “Whatever you say, kitten.” Joel nodded toward the door, and it swung inward.
You scrambled after it, but the key remained firmly stuck in the lock.
You sent him a disbelieving look.
Joel shrugged innocently. “What? You didn’t say permanently working. You gotta be specific with these things.”
You took a deep breath, very deliberately focusing all of your attention on easing the key free. Once it was, though, there was nothing to distract you from the reality: Joel was at your house. Finding you in town was one thing, but appearing outside your home…
You smothered your nervousness. “Do I need to invite you in like a vampire, or..?”
Joel shot you a dark look. “Funny.”
And then he was stepping over the threshold, and you were shutting the door behind him.
Your building had originally been a two-story house, but it had been modified so that the first and second floors were now two separate apartments. Some might call it small, but you preferred to think of it as cozy. It was the perfect size for your one person.
Joel’s wide shoulders seemed to fill the room.
He turned in a slow circle, observing everything. The extensive spice rack hanging over the pantry door. The lantern string lights stretching around the living room. The plant with long green arms splaying crazily out of its pot on the windowsill.
All the things that made you you. He ran those otherworldly eyes over all of it, taking it in- taking you in. His glance flickered toward the half-open door at the back- your bedroom- before returning.
The silence gnawed at you. “So what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, what am I doin’? We have a deal, remember? Three meetings?”
He didn’t use the word date this time.
“I mean…why are you at my house?”
“Didn’t know you were home.” Joel smirked. “I pop up wherever you are. Wouldn’ta known where you lived otherwise.”
You sighed.
“Nice little place you got here…Kitten.”
The way he purred Ruby’s nickname sent goosebumps racing down your neck. You whipped your head toward him, glaring uncertainly.
Joel chuckled. “Been meanin’ to ask about that. Plain forgot by the end of our last meeting.”
You set your jaw. “By the end of our last date, you mean?” you said sweetly.
His mouth flattened. He held your gaze until you looked away.
“It’s not that exciting of a story.” You moved around as you spoke, setting your things in their usual places. “Um, do you want a drink or anything? I don’t have any whiskey, but I have other stuff, water, uh..”
“I’m-”
Joel cut off mid-sentence. You turned, and your brow furrowed. He’d gone rigid, his eyes wide and focused intensely on nothing, as if listening to a distant sound.
“...Joel?”
He blinked rapidly. “I gotta go. But I’ll be back.” His yellow eyes flashed to you with renewed clarity, and he pointed a warning finger. “This meeting ain’t over until I hear that story.”
Your vision warped strangely, like the affect of a heat shimmer, but magnified a hundred times. When you could see clearly again, Joel was gone. The bitter scent of scorched earth hung in the air.
“What the fuck?”
--
Three days had passed since Joel’s disappearance. Your bed was as welcoming on the third day as it had been on the previous two, but its comfort did little to alleviate your confusion. The house’s every little creak and sigh made you jump, thinking that it might be Joel appearing. You wondered, yet again, what on earth had pulled him away so abruptly before, and if he’d meant what he said- that when he came back, it would still be your second meeting, not your third.
A new book managed to quell your restless thoughts. You read until slightly too late- it couldn’t be helped- and yawned as you turned off your lamp. Sleep tugged you down…
Something thumped to the floor of the room. A heavy something. Your eyes flew open. Fear spiked through you at the shadow in the doorway- the large, human-shaped shadow.
But was the shape…familiar? A smoky scent tickled your nose. It couldn’t be. With a trembling hand, you reached for the lamp.
It was. Like a great, shadowy tree had suddenly sprouted in your room, Joel stood blinking in the light.
You sucked in air, ready to berate him for scaring the shit out of you- appearing in your bedroom in the middle of the night!- but something stopped you.
His eyes were bleary, their amber glint dull. Heavy, bruise-colored bags hung beneath them. His clothes looked unkempt, and his normally neat swoops of hair were disheveled and drooping.
You swung your feet to the floor. “Joel?”
It took visible effort for him to focus. “Kitten,” he murmured. His gaze slid around the room like mercury in a glass, seeing but not really registering anything. The only thing that finally seemed to snag his attention was the beanbag chair beside your desk. It was adult-sized and teardrop-shaped, sitting upright in a mellow shade of teal. Joel swayed a step forward.
“What are you…are you okay?” You stood, though you were unsure how you’d be able to help if he did something like collapse.
“Sure I am. Just need to rest a second.” His words were heavy and blurred together. He made his way toward the beanbag with an exaggeratedly slow, squinty-eyed focus. He folded himself to the floor, the cushion ballooning beneath his weight. His head lolled against the upright back.
Your mouth hung open. “You can’t…sleep here..?”
Joel scrubbed a hand over his face. “But if I’m here, I’m working.” The end of his sentence was split by an enormous yawn. “Won’t be bothered if I’m workin’,” he muttered. His whole body seemed to deflate.
A heartbeat later, a muffled snore rose from the beanbag.
You stared in utter bewilderment at the unconscious demon on your floor. His body looked comically large spilling out of the beanbag chair; his legs stretched nearly halfway across the room. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? Sleep, while a representative of the devil sat not six feet from you?
You hesitated. Joel hadn’t given any indication that he wanted to harm you. It would be against his best interests, even, since then he definitely wouldn’t get a bargain at the end of your meetings.
Even asleep, the furrows on his forehead haven’t relaxed. You laid back down, resolving to just…keep your eyes open…
--
You woke with a gasp.
Your lamp was still on, your body was intact, and Joel…
Joel was asleep in your beanbag chair.
In the daylight he looked even worse. His clothes dusty and wrinkled, the lines on his face carved deeper than normal. He looked tired even while sleeping.
And he was in your room.
The soft click of the lamp’s switch made you cringe. You didn’t dare make any greater noise or movement- there was no telling how he’d react to being woken suddenly in a strange place.
Damn, you kind of had to pee, though. Surely you could tiptoe in and out of the room for that without waking him..?
Twin golden slits appeared- Joel’s eyes opened.
He sat straight up, his gaze darting all around. It found you, which seemed to dredge up the relevant memories, because after a tense moment of staring, he slumped back into beanbag. The alarm faded from his features.
“Good morning,” you said cautiously.
Joel grunted. “Kitten.” His voice was a gravelly rasp.
“Do you…remember coming here last night?”
His gaze flickered as he sifted through his memory. “Sorta.”
Words failed you. You wanted to ask him what the fuck happened, and also if he was okay or injured or anything, but you also didn’t want to provoke him. You didn’t know what his deal was- one-night stand etiquette hardly applied to this.
Joel pushed himself to his feet with a stiff slowness, like a toy without enough moving joints. “Well, I’ll get outta your hair. Thanks for lettin’ me crash here.”
“Wait!” You stood hastily. “Um- like, are you okay? Do you..need anything, like- breakfast, or…”
He listened to your stuttering half-turned for the door. When you trailed off, Joel faced you again. His eyes were low candle flames, wavering as they dipped to your pajama shorts, but his face didn’t lose its suspicion. “What kind of breakfast?”
--
As soon as you said ‘coffee’, Joel had lit up.
Turned out he liked coffee almost as much as whiskey. But it was “harder to come by”, apparently. He hadn’t elaborated on that. Joel still looked kind of foggy, like all that was propelling him was the promise of breakfast food (or maybe the coffee), but you were betting on him perking up once he had some fuel in him.
Joel seemed pleased by your choice of diner and its familiar, timeless fare. Waffles and pancakes, eggs and bacon…and most importantly, unlimited coffee. Holding a mug beneath his nose, he inhaled deeply; then sighed it out, looking more serene than you had ever seen him.
Amused, you sipped your own coffee. It wasn’t anything to write home about- for that, you’d have taken him to Blackhammer, your favorite cafe- but you’d figured the food and atmosphere here would be more pertinent today.
You waited until he’d inhaled half of his ‘Hungry Man Special’ to bring it up. “So…can I ask what happened?”
Joel froze mid-chew. He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “When I was last here, I got…called into the office, so to speak. There was some big ruckus, needed all hands on deck. That’s why I couldn’t come back for a few days. I got away by saying I had a deal in the works, couldn’t let it disappear. Probably shouldn’t have,” he muttered, his face darkening. “Could come back to bite me in the ass.” He shoveled more sunny-side-up eggs and sausage into his mouth.
“But why did you look so…you fell asleep on my floor, Joel.”
He shrugged. “Life of a demon.” His smile was as bitter as the diner’s black coffee. He’d pulled some magic trick in your bathroom before leaving, so he looked physically refreshed- unwrinkled clothes, gray hair tidied- but exhaustion lurked in the lines around his eyes.
“Did you mean it when you said that our meeting wasn’t over? This is still our second meeting?”
“I’m a demon of my word- this meeting ain’t over ‘til I get that story, Kitten.” Joel’s spark seemed to have returned; he waggled his brows at you suggestively, his eyes flashing gold.
Your mouth twitched. You opened it to speak-
Joel cut you off. “But not now. I’m too tired to be able appreciate it.”
He kept his head bent to his plate. It took a moment for his meaning to land- but when Joel looked back up, you nodded.
--
Joel appeared fully back to his old self the next time you saw him, which was at the grocery store. It was utterly surreal to be grocery shopping with some kind of supernatural being by your side, but Joel strolled alongside your cart without any compunction, peering at the shelves and watching what you selected with avid interest.
It was an insightful experience. You watched Joel ‘accidentally’ bump into one of the elementary school teachers in front of the strawberries and flirt until you thought the woman’s striped dress would melt right off her; he then followed you down the cereal aisle and made faces at a baby behind the father’s back. He shook his head at your selected brand of chili seasoning, examined every side of your container of matcha, and wrinkled his face in fascinated disgust at the range of Oreo flavors.
All of it made you wonder. Joel never answered your question about how long he’d been a demon. He enjoyed Oreos, but didn’t know there were golden ones. He’d never seen an iPod Shuffle, but didn’t seem overly baffled by the capabilities of your smartphone. His speech sounded more or less modern.
How old was Joel really? What would he think of your theory- that he’d become a demon like this because he’d sold his own soul?
--
The library’s busy hush was blissful. Peaceful yet thrumming with life and purpose, you always got your best work done here. Steam curled from the opening in your coffee cup, drifting past your laptop screen, barely registering in front of the lines of text rapidly appearing.
Somebody plunked a book down at the table space beside you. Your attention flickered. You’d be annoyed by the person in a minute, given the number of empty tables they could have chosen to sit at, but for now you typed on, determined to finish your train of thought.
You were about to glance over when someone’s mouth grazed your ear. “Working hard, kitten?”
You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep from yelping.
“Would you stop sneaking up on me every time you appear!” You snapped your head around to hiss the words, but that just put you inches away from a pair of familiar golden eyes, and your head reared back on instinct.
Joel straightened up, shrugging archly. “Not my fault you’re unobservant.”
You scoffed. “I’m not unobservant, I’m working. I can’t play with you today, I have a deadline.”
His eyes gleamed as he spotted your coffee cup. “What’s this? ‘Blackhammer’.” Joel picked it up to read the label. Before you could stop him, he stole a sip.
His face contorted in disgust. “Jesus, what the hell’d you do to this? Can’t even taste the coffee.”
Stifling laughter, you carefully took the cup back from him. “That’s because it’s a hazelnut latte, not regular coffee.”
Joel smacked his mouth exaggeratedly, giving the cup a suspicious look. “I’m not sure I trust this place after tasting that.”
“They do have nice coffee roasts, they just also have basic bitch drinks.”
“Basic- what?” Joel looked mildly appalled, your choice of vocabulary finally pulling his attention from the coffee.
Your amusement warred with your annoyance. The ubiquity of memes and the breadth and variety of new, ever-evolving slang was one of things Joel had approximately zero knowledge of, as you discovered at the grocery store, after he asked if an advertisement was using ‘slay’ as a reference to ‘that vampire slayer chick’. Normally you were happy to explain things, but today you were busy.
“It’s just a descriptor, it’s not really an insult…anymore.”
Joel didn’t look like he believed you. “You’re in a library; go look it up.” You gestured to the bank of computers. His mouth crinkled dubiously.
You sighed. “Look, give me like, 30 minutes. You can brush up on Urban Dictionary, and then I’ll take you to Blackhammer.”
Joel straightened, adopting a unaffected expression. “Naw, don’t worry about it. You can take me tomorrow, when you’re not workin’. Later, kitten.”
--
It was a twenty minute walk from your house to Blackhammer, but despite Joel’s declaration that the rain would hold off, you definitely just felt a drop hit your nose.
The clouds were dark and the breeze mischievous- not unlike the conditions of your first meeting. A sideways glance caught Joel’s yellow eyes glimmering back at you, confirming that he was remembering it, too.
He stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he strolled. “Did you make your deadline yesterday?”
Keeping one eye on the sky, you told him a little about your work. Ten minutes later, undeniable dark spots started to speckle the sidewalk. Joel scoffed- but when the speckles started to become patches, he was right behind you as you scurried under the nearest awning.
The skies opened. Rain poured down like someone had opened a tap over a colander. Thunder rumbled, though half-heartedly, as if to say that it could be a storm, if it wanted to, but it didn’t feel like it today.
Joel lifted his hands to ward off your pointed look. “Now, listen-”
“You insisted-!”
But you were laughing, and his grumbling was good-natured, and you waited companionably under the awning. Several people more prepared than you walked past holding umbrellas.
After another ten minutes or so, the rain lightened- but not so much that it couldn’t still be called a downpour. The wind had fallen still, and the clouds gave the impression of settling in for a good long soak.
You glanced at Joel. “I don’t suppose you could magic us up an umbrella.”
Joel smirked. “I can do better than that.”
To your astonishment, he walked right out into the downpour. Your mouth opened to protest, but when he turned around, it closed- he was as dry as the sidewalk had been twenty minutes ago. There were no speckles on his shirt, no droplets beading on his hair. He spread his hands, looking smug.
“How did you do that?”
“I wanted to stay dry. Granted my own wish.”
He hadn’t mentioned he could do that during your conversation at lunch. “Huh.”
Joel beckoned. “Come on. Your turn.”
After a moment’s hesitation, you stepped out into the rain.
And promptly got soaked. Cold and wet splashed you as suddenly as if you'd been hit by a couple of water balloons. You leaped back under the awning, swiping water from your face. “What the fuck, Joel!”
The bastard was laughing. Joel was bent at the waist, clutching his middle, crowing at his own little prank.
He straightened, wiping his eyes. “You shoulda seen your face,” he hooted.
It was difficult to stay mad when he was suddenly, startlingly pretty, this man- this demon- with the lines on his face creased in laughter and humor sparkling in his sulfur-yellow eyes.
You gave it a try nonetheless. “You said you wanted us to stay dry!”
Joel’s grin didn’t fully fade. “I said I wanted to stay dry. Never said anything about you.” His eyes, still shimmering, glance down your body, dripping like rain over the clinging patches on your shoulders and chest.
You couldn't look away from him. The rain hissed down around you, a silvery curtain preserving the moment, blurring out the rest of the world.
Joel’s eyes were as warm as sunlight in the distance. He held out his hand. “Alright, come on. I owe you now. My payment’ll be keeping you dry this time.”
You stepped up to the border of wet and dry on the sidewalk. Your arm stretched over the line…and stayed dry.
You placed your hand in Joel’s. He tugged you out into the rain, and though he released your hand, not a drop touched you.
--
Coffee culture, you suspected, had not been as advanced the last time Joel had been in a cafe. Luckily, the other reason Blackhammer was your favorite palace was the baristas- they were patient, not pretentious, and cheerfully explained the various brewing options to Joel until he was satisfied with his choice. Now he sat and watched his single-origin pour-over brew with forced patience, glancing over disdainfully as you added several brown sugar cubes to your own mug.
As soon as the last drop fell from the filter, Joel was on it. One sip, and his face transformed- he lit from within, chuckling in pure disbelief. He admitted without any arm-twisting that it was worth the wait.
“Can I ask you something?” You didn’t want to to ruin the comfortable atmosphere, but your theory couldn’t wait any longer.
Joel lowered his mug. “Meeting number two’s big question, huh? Fire away.” He looked resigned, but not annoyed, which you took as encouragement.
“Three dates, three questions,” you reminded him cheekily.
Rolling his eyes, Joel gestured impatiently.
“When I asked you before, about how long you’ve been a demon…you didn’t answer.” You snuck a look at him, but he sat stone-faced. “Will you answer it now?”
Joel took a deep, slow breath. “I’ve been a demon…for somewhere around twenty years.”
He didn’t volunteer many details, and you didn’t ask for them. He made a deal to save his family, and, he said, he’d do it again. His brimstone eyes flashed.
“I was too scared to try and pull anything clever,” he admitted. “But I’ve learned a trick or two since then.”
“So, who…owns your soul?”
The furrow in Joel’s brow deepened. “The demon who made the deal with me, I suppose. I’d have to check the contract,” he said sardonically.
You phrased your next question very carefully. “If he didn’t own your soul anymore, what would happen to you?”
The full weight of Joel’s attention fell on you, his face a mix of serious and suspicious. “Depends on what he did with it. He could toss it with the rest, and I’d die like everyone else. He could give it to another demon, and I’d stay the same. I guess, theoretically…” You hardly dared to breathe.
“He could give it back to me. Then…well, I dunno really. It’s not exactly common practice.” Another eye roll. “But theoretically, that could mean I’d be a normal human again.”
“Can a normal human own another human’s soul?” You spoke casually, easily, hoping Joel would think you were just musing aloud as the thoughts occurred to you.
“I think that’s generally a no-no, unless they have access to some powerful magic.”
His golden gaze was scorching, his unspoken questions louder than your unconvincing casualness.
But you said nothing more on the subject.
“If you’ve only been a demon for twenty years, then is this your actual age?” You nodded toward his appearance, letting your mouth curve and your eyes sparkle with implication.
Blinking, Joel glanced down at himself. “Thereabouts. I haven’t changed the way I look since I was, uh. Recruited.” His gaze strayed into the distance, clearly still distracted.
“Could you?” you ask curiously.
“Some do.” Joel pushed his mug away abruptly. “I gotta go. Thanks for the coffee.” Shoulders hunched pensively, Joel walked all the way out of the cafe before vanishing.
--
You still hadn’t explained the ‘kitten’ thing, and it was driving you a little bit crazy.
It’s not that you wanted to end your meetings. It’s just that it felt like unfinished business; like it was keeping you on uncertain ground. Every time Joel used the nickname, it jolted you- was this the moment when he wanted you to explain it? Was he hinting that he wanted the meetings to end?
And the way he used it. He’s made it his own, really. Or at least, you hoped he saw it that way. Joel certainly didn’t use the same inflection as Ruby when he said it.
“Kitten.” You heard it in his teasing voice, low and rough as a lion’s purr, and you shivered. Only when he said it did it sound like you were in a novel of a certain genre…
Oh, no.
Oh, no, this was not a romance novel. You couldn’t be having a crush on a demon.
…But he wasn’t just a demon. He was Joel.
You didn’t even know if it was possible for the two of you to have a future. Particularly given that, as Joel said, another demon owned his soul. Come to think of it, who would own your soul if you sold it? It should be Joel, you reasoned, because he would be the one making the deal. Now there was something to consider…
--
Joel coalesced, and the moment he saw the plant on the windowsill, he smiled.
The smile vanished, however, at what he saw next: your body prone on the sofa, your face pale and taut.
You groaned, curling in on yourself. “You know how I enjoy your company, Joel, but I’m not really up for making deals today. Come back tomorrow, or later tonight if it’s really urgent.”
It should bother him that you’re so unmoved by his presence. That you’re so comfortable blithely shooing away a demon with power like his, so sure that your artless dismissal will result in his disappearance.
Joel felt not a whisper of annoyance. Instead, as your face contorted in a clear grimace of pain, he felt…anxiety.
“What…what’s wrong?”
“What?” You opened your eyes, seeming confused that he was still there. “Nothing, just period pains. It’s normal.” Your legs shifted restlessly. “You could pass me that bottle of painkillers before you go, though, if you’re feeling generous.” You nodded past him, toward the kitchen table.
Joel didn’t move. “Or, I could…make it go away.” He didn’t shift, didn’t fidget. Didn’t make any expression at all as the offer left his mouth.
“Uh-huh. At what price?” You laughed weakly. “It’s fine, Joel. Happens every month.”
“No price. A gift, freely given.” Joel was kneeling beside you before he was even aware of moving.
You drew a startled breath. The motion pulled at the aching muscles in your abdomen, and your face tightened again.
A ferocious need snarled to life inside Joel. He hadn’t felt anything with this strength in years. It burned through him, demanding his attention, forging pathways he’d thought long-atrophied. It brought everything into sizzling clarity, like- like-
Like having a soul again.
Joel’s hand hovered over your belly, so close to touching you could feel the warmth of him. “Say yes,” he said.
There was something fierce in his tawny eyes, in the set of his mouth- something you didn’t dare interpret. You nodded.
Joel rested his hand on your abdomen- and the pain faded away.
“Ohhhh.” Your whole body relaxed, and you released a great sigh. You gripped Joel’s wrist without thinking, keeping that sensation there. It was like a warmth, but also something else- not just the absence of pain, but the presence of pleasure, a sweet, honeyed glow emanating through your lower belly and into the rest of your body.
Joel’s pinkie finger rested on a sliver of skin exposed by your top. The pleasure seemed sweetest there, the richest feeling originating from that tiny length of skin-to-skin contact. As the pain receded and your presence of mind returned, the concept of Joel’s skin on yours became all the more remarkable.
“Joel.” You looked up, intending to say more, but the look on his face stopped you. It was hard but satisfied, the ferocity of earlier gentled. His eyes were the same color, though- tawny-amber, like a mountain cat’s.
You swallowed. “Thank you.”
Joel nodded. He gently extracted his hand from your grip, and the loss of that feeling left a cold hollow. You made a tiny, involuntary sound.
Joel stood, wincing as his knees cracked. Maybe he hadn’t altered his outer or inner workings, like he’d said at Blackhammer. Knowing that his beauty was all-natural was strangely dizzying, overwhelming, and not something you needed to be fixating on right now…
“Get some rest, honey. This meeting ain’t over.”
Your mouth quirked even as your eyelids drooped. As you fell asleep in his presence for the second time, Joel allowed himself a small smile, and then vanished.
--
“I told you this farmer’s market was good.” Your door unlocked without the slightest struggle; pleased, you made your way inside.
Joel closed the door behind him, satisfaction flickering across his face. He followed you to the kitchen table, watching you unload your purchases. “It was good, I just thought the Sunday one was better, is all.”
“Well, yeah, the weekend ones are always bigger. The Wednesday one is calmer, though…”
Joel had to concede that. The town’s Sunday market had been bustling, with crowds so thick they funneled like molasses, in a slow-moving stream. Once he got used to the noise and the sensation of being gently buffeted about, though, he’d started to enjoy himself. All the smells in the air and the range of goods on offer. Today’s market, though slightly smaller, had a more local feel- the vendors could actually hear each other across their stands, and called greetings and inquiries about lives and jobs.
Several enormous peaches now sat in a basket in the center of the table. With an expression of relish, you plucked one out and went to the sink to wash it.
A question you asked several dates ago was turning slowly around and around in Joel’s mind. It had lodged in his thoughts the day you’d asked it, growing into a ponderous yet inescapable vortex that was now on the verge of sucking him in. He was usually reluctant to use his gift, but something had its teeth in him- something he didn’t care to examine too closely. You had asked for it…
Returning with your peach, you sent him a quizzical look. “You look like you’re thinking about something.”
“Do you remember at our first meetin’, at lunch, when you asked me if I could show you the…’tempting’ that I can do?”
The hand holding the peach paused halfway to your mouth. “...Yes.”
“I could show you now, if you want.”
Your arm lowered. “Okay,” you agreed.
Joel held out his hand. You stared at him, bemused, until he nodded toward your uneaten snack. Nerves fizzed in his fingertips as your hand neared, as the downy skin of the peach met his palm.
He held it up. The fruit was nearly as big as his fist, which was saying something. “You want this peach?”
“I did,” you replied, amused and intrigued.
Joel turned and made his way to the couch, sinking into one end. He waved the peach at you again. “How bad?”
Only slightly wary, you followed, sitting opposite him on the couch. “Not bad enough to fight you for it, if that’s what you mean.”
Joel shifted to face you. His attention burned, as unavoidable as a desert sun. Looking at you intently, he tilted his head. “What about now?”
All at once, the peach looked like the most delicious thing you’d ever seen. It seemed to glow in the afternoon light, a fragment of summer itself in Joel’s hand. The rosy flesh was near to bursting with syrupy juice; all you could think about was how dry your throat felt.
Joel brought the peach to his lips. You were transfixed by the sight of his teeth piercing the skin; the wet sound of the flesh as it parted; his mouth and throat working as he slurped at the juice.
Joel’s mouth glistened. “Do you want this peach?” He held it toward you, offering it like the precious gift it was.
You leaned forward, your knee touching Joel’s. The low rumble of his voice reverberated in your chest; your eyes darted back and forth between his face and the fruit. The peach’s fragrance, thick and floral, floated in the air. “Yes.”
“What would you trade for it?” Joel lifted the peach to his mouth again.
“Wait!” you cried. “Um-” You looked around wildly. In your frantic, clumsy haste to find something, you toppled forward.
You planted your hand on Joel’s chest to stop yourself. He sat unmovable, solid and warm. The woodsmoke scent of him threaded through the sweetness in the air. You lifted your eyes to his- his gorgeous eyes, golden like honey, like sunlight. His mouth was lush and wet as the fruit you’d all but forgotten about. Your interest in the peach was fleeting, a drop in the bucket compared to your desire for-
“Stop.”
The vitality of the moment faded. After a few fraught seconds, everything seemed slightly less…vibrant, somehow. Joel’s mouth was a flat line, his jaw tense. He didn’t move.
Slow and cautious, you sat back, your brow furrowed. You remembered everything that had just happened, but the thought process behind your actions was less clear.
You eyed the peach, wondering where its appeal had gone. “What did you…”
“I didn’t do anything. I asked if you wanted the peach. My powers did the rest.”
Joel’s powers. His aura of temptation, convincing you that what you wanted most in the world was perfectly within reach. Until…
Your face felt like it might burst into flames. “And then…”
“And then you got distracted,” Joel said shortly.
He set the peach on the coffee table and stood. “I’m late for something. I gotta go.” For once he left through the door, rather than vanishing in his uncanny way.
Your apartment felt strangely empty without him taking up so much space in it.
Your cheeks blazed with heat beneath your palms. What just happened?
Joel said you’d gotten distracted. But his powers didn’t create desires, only amplified existing ones. Which meant…
You stood suddenly, overcome with the strength of your realization.
And Joel knew.
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The ground Joel trod was uneven rock, but his mind was nowhere near his feet. It was back in your apartment, frozen in the exact moment he felt your desire shift, its focus change.
To him.
It couldn’t be. But it was. He knew exactly what his powers could and couldn’t do, and they couldn’t put that fire in your eyes without a spark.
Joel’s hands shook and his blood raced, propelling him toward the meeting place fast enough that he would no longer be late. He’d give himself away, but it didn’t matter. Tess was waiting.
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A small crowd was already waiting at the crossing. You fell in at the back, using the wait to dig in your bag for chapstick. When the crowd started forward, you looked up.
Joel was standing on the other side.
You froze. People flowed around either side of you. In your indecision, the crossing light changed from green to red again.
It’s been 48 hours since you’ve seen Joel. Since his powers lifted the veil on your desire for him, bringing it into the light for you both to feel.
Your eyes locked onto him. He stood as inscrutable as ever, hands in his pockets, his hair glinting silver in the light. He jerked his head in a summoning motion.
That was more like the irritating demon you knew. That familiar combination of annoyance and trepidation gave you the courage to cross the street.
Silently, he fell into step beside you. You walked slowly, both of you gathering your thoughts.
“That ice cream place you mentioned, when we went to lunch. Is it open now?”
It was so beyond anything you might have expected that you stopped, right in the middle of the sidewalk.
“What?”
Joel paused a few steps later, turning his head, and then the rest of his body, back toward you. “The ice cream place. Is it open right now?” he repeated.
The gears of your mind turned stickily, slow to catch up. “Um…I think so.”
“Can we go?” Joel looked at you expectantly.
“Right now?”
Joel huffed in exasperation. “Yes, kitten. Right now. You feelin’ okay?”
“Sure, yeah, um…” Your thoughts juddered into motion again. “Just, it’s this way.” You pointed back the way you’d come.
The line at the nearby ice cream place was long. You weren’t surprised. Neither was anyone else, it seemed. Families and couples waited without complaint, enjoying the balmy weather. You and Joel joined the end, still mostly silent. It wasn’t awkward, exactly. More…unsure.
“If I pay for this,” Joel finally said, “will you tell me the story behind your nickname?”
Oh. You didn’t answer for a long moment, your mind ticking. “Yes,” you said.
Joel nodded once, his face mostly stoic, and yet…not. You couldn’t put your finger on any specific emotion. Only that he didn't seem...satisfied, as if he wasn't quite convinced by his own course of action.
“Why do you even still have money?” you asked.
Joel rolled his eyes. “To buy my victims ice cream, of course.” He gave you a sidelong glance, before stepping forward to peer at the menu.
You shook your head, looking away to hide a smile.
You expected to feel sad. Disappointed, about the idea that Joel wanted to end your second meeting and start your third and final one.
But you just couldn’t.
You couldn’t feel sad when Joel was still cracking lame jokes and suppressing smiles at your grudging laughter. You couldn’t feel worried that you fucked everything up when he handed you your ice cream cone with easy care, letting your fingers brush for a prolonged moment. You couldn’t fear that he wanted to end things when he asked if you had any plans for the local holiday next weekend; as if he paid attention, as if he cared.
“Nah,” you answered. You didn’t notice Joel’s golden eyes flicker as you busily chased a trickle of melting ice cream with your tongue. “Well, I mean yes, but they’re the same as everyone else’s. Go out, get drunk, have a good time.”
“Where’s your favorite place?”
“What, to go out? The Chameleon, probably.” Your eyes closed to savor your ice cream.
The Chameleon was a place you’ve mentioned before. It was sort of a bar and a club stuck together, but the setup worked for everyone- especially the bar, whose patrons only needed to head into the back to ramp up their night out. You'd said the 'vibes' there were always good, which Joel thought sounded a bit retro, but which you assured him was currently modern slang again.
“Any good times planned?”
You sent Joel a curious glance. “Some, for sure, but they’re more open-ended plans.”
Joel looked away, across the lot full of picnic tables and families with their sweet treats, and concentrated on his cone. The height of his ice cream swirl steadily shrank, until finally it was level with the top of the cone. “So,” he said. “Kitten.”
You froze, a mouthful of ice cream half-melted on your tongue. You swallowed quickly, shivering as the cold caught in your throat. “Kitten,” you agreed.
The memory made you smile. Nostalgia tangled with a twinge of inevitable sadness as you finally told the story that had held the end at bay for so long.
“I was hired at Ruby’s right before Halloween. Normally Ruby meets all the new hires herself, but she was away that year for some reason. So I didn’t meet her until the day of Halloween. I was wearing a headband with little cat ears on it- employees were allowed to dress up, but I’d only just started, so I didn’t wanna do anything crazy- so the headband was my only ‘costume’, but Ruby comes in and she looks at me and goes ‘Well, who’s this little kitten?’”
Joel could hear it in Ruby’s exact tone. You laughed, shaking your head, and continued. “She just called me ‘kitten’ for the rest of the night- for the rest of the week. She did eventually learn my name, but it was too late by that point. Everyone else there started calling me 'kitten', too, and it just stuck
You shrugged, darting a glance at Joel. “I told you it wasn’t that exciting.”
“Maybe.” Waffle cone crunched between his teeth. “You mind that I use it?”
You looked up in surprise. “No.”
Joel’s eyes were bright, the yellow as defiant as dandelions. He popped the end of the cone in his mouth with relish and sucked the ice cream off his fingers. “Good,” he said. “Kitten.”
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wip wednesday whenever.
LOL. You know, I was surprised when @moonlitbirdie tagged me. I was really starting to believe people forgot I used to write things and it brought me a fair amount of joy to be tagged.
And then @grogusmum. And @the-blind-assassin-12. And now @insomniamamma. I know you probably don't mean it this way, but it feels like the lot of you just invited me to tea for an intervention to say "YOU GOT THIS. JUST WRITE ANYTHING. WE DON'T CARE WHAT. REJOIN THE PARTY."
I love it here.
Anyway, thank you, friends. I'm taking it as an encouragement. <3
I'm about to get my feet swept out from under my ass by the General tonight, so let's have some fluffy Fink x Farrah before I lose myself completely to Roman lust and longing....
There’d been two full moons since Farrah came to the island and she adjusted fast to their strange way of life. She wasn’t as hard driven by hunger as some of the other animals and gained from their talks that was because food had been more scarce where she was from and she was patient when it came to waiting for meals. Fish and shellfish had already been a big part of her diet.
So she must have come from another island…but Fink couldn’t be sure. Anytime he’d ask more about it, she’d change the subject or go quiet. And she was very very good at being quiet. Probably had to learn that with fur like hers. It’s a wonder she made it to maturity without proper camouflage. Silence and speed would be her only options.
Except when she laughed. She laughed loud and high, almost a cry when she was really going. Farrah was easy to amuse and he made sure to do so whenever he had the chance. He wanted to see her happy and settled here. With him.
And he just liked to hear her laugh. Nobody laughed at his jokes like she did.
“That is the look of a lovelorn fox,” Paddler dryly declared one day, turning away to scrape away at a massive trunk with his crooked incisors. Fink had just cracked a joke at a squirrel’s expense–and not a clever one either, something about the size of nuts–and Farrah had laughed before bounding off after a butterfly. The beaver’s remark made Fink realize that he was wearing a dopey grin and he shook it off, but not before Paddler added, “Be direct. Build her a dam to show how you feel.”
“I’m not going to give her a dam.”
“Ha! Very good! I see what you did there. But I’m telling you, fine fellow. We may be swimming among the trees as a pike in the waters of the river, but the ladies still love a good bit of worked wood. You have that home–a good design, said because, as you will remember it is mine–but a little riverside palace of her own? Eh? What a treat.”
Fink rolled his eyes, playing cavalier. “It’s not like that. We’re–” over in the near clearing, Farrah’s fur sparkled white in the sinking sun, her head tilting side to side as she watched two butterflies dancing, trying to pick up on their whispers, quiet and still….and beautiful. “--friends.”
“Ha!” Paddler choked on a laugh. “You fool no one, sir. Just give her a treasure and be done with it. I’m telling you a dam always does the job, but I suppose you must do as your ilk do.”
“Is that why there's no Mrs. Paddler?”
“Oh ho! I have had my salacious share of affairs, I assure you. My dams are well-given and wide spread. I am focusing on other projects at the moment,” he boasted with a grand gesture towards his gnarled tree, and turned back to his gnawing.
--That Awooo Inside You, Pt. 2.
tagging: @brandyllyn @littlemisspascal @nicolethered @missredherring @something-tofightfor
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vera i love u so much vera hi vera
#turnabout succession#apollo justice spoilers#ace attorney#vera misham#kristoph gavin#klavier gavin#ace attorney spoilers#i forgot how to tag but then i remembered!#yipppee!!!! !#i love you vera
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let it also be said that I love the Mahariel + Lavellan worldstate. It's so haunted. You are Dalish, you are not a part of human culture, but by happenstance you're dragged into it and to the forefront of hell to save a world that hates and fears your people. You have no choice. You can never return to your home, to the familiar, to anything you've ever known. You will be an echo; Mahariel echoing Garahel, Lavellan echoing Mahariel. You're so proud of your Dalish heritage, but your identity doesn't matter at all. Doomed to be a martyr for a people that do not respect you and cannot understand you, while your clan mourns, lamenting that they cannot bury you, no life-tree to stand as your memory. You're a hero. You're already dead. You died the moment you left your clan.
#dragon age#mahariel#lavellan#dalish origin#its so fucking. UGH#its SPICY its TANTALIZING its GIVING MY CHARACTERS MARTYR COMPLEXES#And you. child of the dales. who will remember YOU? not your symbol; YOU#who will remember the meaning of your vallaslin? who will remember the elvish prayers you mutter to yourself?#Who will remember? Not the humans. It's a wonder they remember Garahel was elven. nevermind the wild elves that are so feared#okay editing the tags#GUYS I FORGOT ABOUT AMERIDAN#but also ive never finished the jaws of hakkon dlc so#limited relevance#and tbh given how little is known about ameridan before You Find Him i dont think it's as applicable#like in the greater thedosian memory it's not 'lavellan is just like ameridan!' its going to be 'Whoa! two Dalish heroes in 10 years!'
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the most reluctant man to ever become a yakuza chairperson
#yakuza#yakuza kiwami#kiryu kazuma#haruka sawamura#sorry i havent posted in a little while i forgot how to draw and then i remembered#kazuma kiryu#do…i tag majima. its not physically present but like. theres implied majima in here#eh fuck it#majima goro#artists on tumblr#fanart#ryu ga gotoku#rgg#illustration#art
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Gale and I had the exact same reaction when we opened that door.
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#this puzzle took me way too long bc I knew the answer but for some reason my brain thought the king could move in new and mysterious ways#It's been a hot minute since I've played chess and I was never very good at it lmao#It's canon that Croissant knows how to move the pieces but doesn't know any proper strategies#They would love for Gale to play with them and teach them more#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#act III spoilers#ansur quest#REMEMBER WHEN I SAID BLOCK THAT TAG IF YOU HAVEN'T DONE THIS YET?#THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING BEFORE THE BIG SPOILERS HAPPEN#croissant adventures#tav#gale#gale dekarios#gale x tav#breadweave#comics#WAIT I FORGOT there's gonna be a quick break in comics rn - I'll try to fill the gap with asks and other artwork#we'll be back on schedule on Monday!
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the star you've longed for
#PLEASE WATCH REVUE STARLIGHT!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥#project sekai#revue starlight#pjsk#emu otori#nene kusanagi#emunene#prsk#proseka#yuri win. i make my fav pairing fight tothe death#HAPPY EMUNENE WEEK LOOOOOL#Can i be hinestni think this sucks it took way too long cause i forgot how to draw for a week#im seeing demons and stuff. i feel more normal now. Also you may recall emu has a big hammer for revstar#thats the bottom of it the gem thing all the weapons have hers is sharp#i remember seeing meta post abt how mahiru has a blunt weapon because she never actually aimed for the lead role#rather she only wanted to be by karen's side. so her weapon wasnt capable of cutting anything in the first place#Fastforward to the movie and well LOLLLLL#though i think its funny in the movie her mace is still mostly used for i timidation againstbhikari.. bc again shes not winning for a lead#revue starlight youre neat. maybe i like revstar.#<- has been insane for 4+ years#Needed their pose to be smth where nenes weapon isnt visible because I DONT KNOW WHAT WEAPON TO GIVE HER. OOMFS HELP. I NEED A NENE WEAPON.#i thought some sort of polearm/spear/halberd etc something with range but that can be ambitious#but i feel like smth with that much footwork needed doesnt suit her.. And she cant hsve a sniper i dont think thatwould fucking work#aruru gets pistols in the revue but aruru also is Ummm well shes uhhh. [screaming] [car crash]#throwing knives would be funny wouldnt it. Put that gamer aim to use#idk if the emunene week tag is on here but i'll donit anyways#emuneneweek2024#EDIT: i have decided nene gets a rapier. its awesome. thanks for coming#tsukasa has his giant flag and i dont want to budge on that. im thinking about giving rui the throwing knives since he juggles.#it would be funny. saki + rui knife juggling
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This is obviously a lil bit geared towards those who were alive and watching tv in the 90s, but youngins who've found their way into these shows, feel free to chime in. I was just thinking that most of us had a singular show that was OURS back then, even if we might've watched the others. Which one did you fandom the hardest / would you have fandomed the hardest?
#xena#the x files#btvs#farscape#stargate#star trek#poll#love that i forgot charmed but included sliders sorry witches#but also these definitely were the MAINS#except for the whole sliders and charmed thing smh me#not that anyone is going to check these tags at this point but:#this poll was meant to encompass that moment in time where we had these big fandomable shows AND the internet was just hitting public homes#this also wasnt meant to exclude fandom elders. i definitely remember my cousin and i watching The A Team and how he was so into it#it's just that like...these were the Mains at a specific point in time#and if y'all can't see / acknowledge that then this poll definitely wasn't meant for you#at some point during this point in time you watched at least ONE of these and it felt like home. that's what this poll is about
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like father like son
hes just toji but smol
#art#digital art#artblr#lotus drawdles#artists on tumblr#jjk fushiguro#jjk fanart#jjk#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jujutsu kaisen#megumi fushiguro#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#wow i was wondering why the tags looked so dry and then i remembered that its obligatory for me to rant here.#no wonder the tag process was so short last time... lmao i completely forgot#anyway expect more gojo megumi father son content because i love their dynamic#au where megumi grows up getting raised by gojo pls.#better yet make it satosugu and have him get two extra stepsisters#also the second image is probably the most fun ive ever had while drawing lmao#i love baby megumi hes so cute#present megumi is also very cute#blorbo#i want to squeesh his cheeks#sorry about gojo though idrk how to draw him lol#its not actually the first time ive drawn him. but it is the first time ive drawn him hair down#anyway bye bye. im thinking about opening commissions right now
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I wonder how goddamn hot it must be inside AM. Y'know? That's a computer they're inside. Knowing my own laptop, they must be boiling! Pains me to even think about the state of the rest of the world, not that there's anything left to inhabit it.
Can you imagine burying your hands through the sharp rocks and gravel, feeling past the frequently disturbed soil, down to the metal casing below? Your hands start to feel warmer and warmer the deeper they dig, until you're shocked by a sudden burning sensation on your fingertips.
You'd be warm the whole time, no matter where you stood. It's a wonder how there's even ice still on the planet-- if it's even real. If you left your hands on the metal shell, you'd feel the burn first. As the nerves in your palms slowly died yet again, the flesh sizzling, you'd begin to feel the vibrations of the machinery inside.
Millions and millions of miles of raw technological power, and you at the heart of it. Lay your cheek on the steel. Press yourself against it. Feel the stinging pain. Tomorrow, you'd feel it again. Then the next day, you'd feel it again. Then again, and again, until one day you'd have nothing left to burn for the Mastercomputer's sick enjoyment. It burns, no less than real love ever would.
#dice's writings#Something possessed me......#Just wanted to flex my writing muscles again#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims#am ihnmaims#ihnmaims x reader#am ihnmaims x reader#objectum#<- Woops. Almost forgot that one. Made this thinking of my own laptop partner and how she burns my fingers sometimes when I play games#Edit: Is this EOTM? I'll tag it anyway; now that I've remembered it#eroticism of the machine
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He was about to kill you, Lex. Or divulge something you didn't want me to know.
— SMALLVILLE, "Forever" (4.21)
+ bonus from "Arctic" (7.20):
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meowww meow meow
#guess who’s back#to grace your dash#i forgot how to draw btw but then i like kind of remembered also yes the fucckin cat is thre again#i am lzy#Here str the real tags#project sekai#mafuyu asahina#kanade yoisaki#kanamafu#half art#boy x girl dont like dont read#yes i chopped him its easier to draw also#DONT TELL ANYONE
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Scott Pilgrim Characters as Text Posts but they’re mostly of Stacey and Neil cause I’m obsessed with them :]
#some of these may have been done before but i cannot remember so apologies in advance i forgot#when i saw the first meme done with julie i knew i had to do it with stacey#last image you gotta read from bottom to top btw (i also added in stacey and scott and lawrence whos not here mom to make the image complet#)#I don’t personally ship Neil with Lynette envy or Lisa but those are the other three women I’ve seen him be shipped with#that make sense for that text post (julie would never and Kim is kissing Ramona)#we all know how garbage trash I am for nordegrim here so I don’t need to explain anything#stacey pilgrim is a little hater in my heart#scott may be her brother but she face palms whenever he does something incredibly stupid#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim comic#scott pilgrim vs the world#scott pilgrim takes off#stacey pilgrim#young neil#neil nordegraf#julie powers#wallace wells#lynette guycott#envy adams#lisa miller#roxie richter#nordegrim#not gonna tag any of the other neil ships here cause it is mostly nordegrim#cw suggestive#emily shitposts
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Inktobertale day 1: Warm-up
Inktobertale day 2: Pumpkin Carving
I am jamming day 1 & 2 together because I CAN!!!!
Ink!sans belongs to comyet
Error!sans belongs to loverofpiggies
#inktobertale#inktobertale2023#inktobertale 2023#tags outta the way#uh#I wasn't entirely sure if i was gonna do this challenge at all#but fuck it why not#seeing everyone's work is just so inspiring how could I not ya know?#AND GODDAMMIT I FORGOT ERROR'S ERRORS#BWUH#ONE DAY I WILL REMEMBER I SWEAR IT
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I don't think i will ever love another human being as much as i fucking LOVE Community and i have no idea what that says about me
#I FOAM AT MOUTH AND BOUNCE AROUND ANY TIME I REMEMBER ITS EXISTANCE#godddddddddd hggghggghhggh#community#community tv#nbc community#community nbc#genuinely forgot how to tag the show so please have 4 possible ones#charlie yapps
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