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RAYMOND ABLACK as JOE SINGH in GINNY & GEORGIA (2021—)

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wet joe i'm dead

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joe's the only ride or die

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i think joe's going to kill gil

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"oh yeah that's uh that's really broken" marcus is character of all time

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i'm so sorry georgia they gave you the stupidest murderer name

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what the actual fuck zion. you didn't save ginny you put austin in danger

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georgia had all that time at home and she ain't patched the bullet hole lmao

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joe being tortured by georgia is maybe the only thing i watch this damn show for

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Smug Steven take me now

I bet I could just keep rotating the title and they'd fully know what I was doing, but they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from competing for it anyway.

Steven acting all smug with Marc and Jake because the other night it accidentally escaped your lips that he was the best sex you ever had.

👀👀👀👀👀 just a thought you can do with it as you please

I AM WHEEZING AT THIS!!

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Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Steven is apparently the best.

Warnings: Kissing, pet names, innuendo, sex mentions, bickering, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 315

“Shut the fuck up Steven.” Marc practically growls

Steven smiles at his reflection, raising his eyebrows as he brushes his hair. “I didn’t say anything, mate.” 

“You were going to.” 

Steven scoffs, but can’t hide how his grin widens. “I wasn’t.” 

“You fucking were.” 

“Being a bit sore today, aren’t we, Marc? Yes.” Steven taps the mirror with the end of his brush. 

“You’re the one fucking swanning about and rubbing it in!”

“I’m doing no such thing, you’re being paranoid. Silly even.” Steven beams at him, definitely rubbing it in. 

“Steven-”

“Best sex they’ve ever had, you know?” He gives Marc a little cheeky glance, waiting until Marc’s eyebrow furrows in a scowl before he mouths ‘best’ again. 

“Fuck off.”

Steven chuckles. 

“No, literally,” Marc sticks his middle fingers up. “Fuck off.”

“Best.”

“Fuck-”

“As in, better than anyone else.”

“-Off.”

“Which includes you.”

“Fuck-”

The sound of you coming in the front door echoes loudly, snapping at Marc’s and Steven’s attention. 

Steven goes to call out, and at the same moment, Marc tries to force himself to the front. For a brief moment, they both shove at each other, speaking rapidly so that neither can really hear what the other is saying. 

In the hasty chaos, Jake silently slips forward. He fronts so gently that neither Steven nor Marc notices until they hear his voice coming from their lips. 

“Hello, amor,” he smiles as he greets you, kissing your cheek. 

“Hello, Jake.” You beam, giggling as he helps you out of your jacket and lightly kisses your neck. “What’s got into you?” 

“Well, Steven has been regaling us with tales of last night.” 

You pause, heat running along your skin. “I…” 

“Apparently, he’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” He gives you a cheeky smile and raises his eyebrow. “I was wondering if you’d care to give me a shot at the title?” 

Thank you for reading!

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Only Way Out is Through

Joel Miller x F!Reader | 1.7K

Summary You're new to Jackson, and Joel and Ellie help you through a hard time.

Content hurt/comfort

A/N Totally self-indulgent, but I thought Joel's quiet sturdiness would be perfect to help weather a severe depressive episode. Planning some other parts with eventual smut.

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You’d been in Jackson for only a night. It had been a shock, arriving in a place with civilization after all those years surviving in the wild. They’d given you a house, food, clothes. It gave you time to think and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

Late the next morning, someone showed up at your house - Wendy might have been her name? - and took you on a tour of the town. You’d nodded along and oo'd and aw’d when you felt you were supposed to. Either Wendy didn’t notice you didn’t have your heart in it or she was used to such a thing.

The tour ended at the mess hall right when lunch was starting. Wendy corralled you into the line and left you there with a “Nice to meet you. Find me if you need anything.”

As she was walking away a man got in line behind you. She stopped to greet him. You caught his name - Joel - and the flirty way she talked to him. You also caught the short way he responded to her.

The line wasn’t too long at that hour and you reached the buffet in no time. You pulled a tray and stared at the food. You must have been staring off into space because Joel cleared his throat and asked if you were going to grab anything. You weren’t even hungry and you didn’t know why you got into this line in the first place. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “I…” you thought to explain but you didn’t know what to say. Instead you left your tray where it was and walked away, out of the mess hall, and - without knowing how you got there - back to your new home.

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Days later - you’re not sure how many because they all blur together, all you know is that it’s night now - there’s a knock on your door. You’ve been lying on your couch for hours. It had still been light outside when you’d last gotten up. Not sleeping, but not truly awake either.

The knock comes again. You could have sworn you’d decided to get up and answer it. Were you still on the couch?

Again, a knock. Louder this time. Maybe you had decided to ignore it instead. Yeah, that must be why you haven’t gotten up yet. You’re ignoring it.

Very quickly you realize you won’t be able to ignore the pounding on the door. Whoever is on the other side isn’t letting you ignore it.

You peel yourself off the couch and shuffle to the door. At the prospect of someone else seeing you, you become vaguely conscious of the fact that you haven’t showered since… you’d first gotten here. However normal that had been for you for the last twenty years, it wasn’t so normal in this town. The tiny part of you that still remembered civilization was protesting but you largely didn’t care what this person thought of you.

You wrench the door open to stop the pounding and startle your visitors. Two visitors. One a man, broad and tall and vaguely familiar, and the other a girl, a teenager.

You look between them staring at you, wondering if you’d actually fallen asleep on the couch and were having a lucid dream.

After a minute, the girl sticks her hand out and says, “I’m Ellie.”

On autopilot you shake her hand and mumble your name.

Ellie nudges the man and he takes your hand in his, giving it one pump, and stating, “Joel.”

Joel. Now why does that sound familiar?

“Might we come in? Please?” Ellie asks, but she turns to Joel almost as if she’s asking him instead of you.

When she makes to take a step forward, Joel holds out his arm and says, “First of all, welcome to Jackson.”

“Right, yeah, welcome,” Ellie says. “Now can we come in?”

You step back to let them through, and Ellie moves on past you. Joel steps just inside the threshold. You follow Ellie past the entry way into the living room, Joel following at a respectable distance behind you.

“I don’t-” you cut off on a croak, your voice rusty from disuse. You clear it but you still only manage about a whisper. “I don’t have much. They stocked the fridge with a few things I think.”

“Mind if I help myself?” Joel asks, and you shake your head.

While he’s retrieving glasses and pouring drinks in the kitchen, Ellie plops down on the couch. You sit on the other end, pressed against the arm. Joel comes back with three glasses and sets one in front of Ellie and one in front of you.

You stare at it, knowing you should be saying thank you. It’s a reflexive urge that feels like it’s trapped somewhere inside, inaccessible. You’re stuck in this moment but the other two aren’t. Time still passes.

Joel sits in the chair across from the couch, glass in hand. You stare at him, his left profile in view. If he notices, he doesn’t let on.

You’re still trying to tell him thank you but by now he and Ellie are talking to each other. You try to follow the thread for a bit before you give up. Your attention is on nothing in particular. Your awareness sluggish at best.

At one point Ellie relaxes into the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table. Joel tells her to put her feet down. You want to say it’s okay but you don’t know if that happened a minute ago or an hour ago.

You must have fallen asleep at one point because your eyes snap open when Joel pats his knees and announces that it’s late and time for them to go. Bleary-eyed you watch as they make their way to the door with waves goodbye. When the door shuts behind them you briefly wonder if anyone was here at all before sinking back into sleep.

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You don’t think you sleep the whole next day but it’s possible that you did. In any case it’s night again when you get a knock on the door. It feels like yesterday - or was that a dream? - when you pull open the door and Joel and Ellie are on the other side.

They both are holding containers. Ellie raises hers and says, “Food!” Her smile is brilliant and fascinating and as you stare it falters and she looks to Joel.

He clears his throat. “I’ll just get to fixing plates in the kitchen.” He takes what Ellie’s holding and brushes by you into the house. You hold the door more open for Ellie and shut it after her.

There’s a flurry of activity but once it settles you three are back in your spots from before. Joel and Ellie eat off plates in their laps and there’s a plate and a full glass on the table in front of you. You stare at it without really seeing it.

Ellie scarfs her food down quickly and Joel has her take her plate to the sink. From the kitchen she announces, “Gotta piss, where’s the bathroom?” Before you can answer she calls out, “Never mind, I found it!”

Joel’s still shaking his head as he turns his attention to you. “When’s the last time you ate?”

You raise your eyes to him. You comprehend the question, but not the answer. When you say nothing, he reaches over and puts your plate in your hands. In his low drawl, he says, “Pick at it if you have to, but you gotta eat something.”

Then Ellie comes back and sinks into the couch. It rattles the fork on your plate. You’re still holding it up minutes later while the two of them continue talking - Ellie doing most of the actual talking. Joel catches your eye and with a serious look nods to the plate. It’s a command that’s all to easy to follow. You settle the plate in your lap and pick up the fork. You spear a small bit of you don’t know what. Lift it to your mouth and take a bite. It tastes like nothing and feels foreign on your tongue. But you chew, slowly, slowly you chew. It feels like it goes on forever and ever.

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Every night that week they come over and the routine’s the same. They sit around and talk, telling stories you only catch bewildering bits of. Joel makes you eat. Then he does the dishes and they leave.

One night while Joel his regaling Ellie with a tale about the heroic deeds of a general contractor, you feel the slightest tingle behind your eyes and before you know it your tears carve twin rivers down your cheeks. You do nothing to stop this, your stillness an armor against feeling. The puddle forming on your shirt barely noticeable.

Suddenly Ellie shifts, rocking you momentarily in your seat. The talking ceases. Through the haze of your soft gaze you watch Joel shake his head at Ellie. You hold your breath in the silence and release it when the comforting drone of voices starts again.

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Do they come every night? The only marking of time you have now is the cycle of here, not here for your two visitors. When they aren’t here you sometimes convince yourself they are just a hallucination and you try to will yourself to see them again.

You don’t even remember opening the door, but here they are again in your living room. You blink a few times, testing reality. But they appear again when you open your eyes. What would your life be without them? A great big yawning nothingness.

It’s this thought that tightens your chest, the pressure building until it escapes with a gasping sob. If the other night was a steady leak, this is the dam bursting. Joel shoots up out of his seat and kneels in front of you, his arms at your thighs. You shift forward and his arms come around you and your head falls against his shoulder. Ellie scoots closer and leans against your back. You’re gripping his shirt, sobs bursting from you, your body convulsing like an earthquake, Joel’s strong arms steadying you. The tears are pouring, snot running, a melting, a rearranging, a chrysalis.

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Marc perceiving the horrors

It's a "Choose Your Own Horrors" sorta thing

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“Do I come across as that dense?” 

Who's going to tell him? 😆

Marc as just a boyfriend has to be one of my favorite genres.

Found this comment on pinterest. Thinking about our moon boys 🌙

(For context this was the post https://www.pinterest.com/pin/774124930192656/)

Oh my gooosh! THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!

“So what’s your star sign?” You ask Marc, just to make conversation. 

He stares at you blankly. 

“You’re sign, your star sign?” You pause, “Like depending on when you were born?”

He thinks for a moment, his brow furrowed. “In the morning?” 

“No,” you smile, he has to be pulling your leg, right? “Like the month, like Aquarius, Aries, Gemini?” 

“Gemini?” His frown deepens. “No,” he shakes his head, “I have DID. Not whatever that is.”

This time you’re the one who stares blankly. “I… Marc…”

He grins and giggles. “I can’t believe it.”

You swallow, and give him a look, trying not to smile yourself. “Marc-”

“You really thought I didn’t know what a star sign was?” 

“Marc-”

“Really?” He leans back as he laughs. “Do I come across as that dense?” 

“No-”

“Can’t believe I got you.”

“Shut up.” You grumble and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him repeatedly while both of you continue to chuckle.

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i feel like the usernames get bigger every time i see them

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The comics do have a history of faking his death. They also did that once so he could get cancer treatment. But Matt doesn’t appear to be in on this one if it’s not real. Idk. They also brought Karen back just for her to barely be on the show (so far).

That scene with Frank though. The intensity. They just push each other’s buttons so well. Idk if I could have asked for a better reunion for them.

Court! I need to talk to you about Born Again. Actually there’s no thoughts in my head I just need to scream about it with you.

pls scream with me pls pls pls

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I assume you’re all caught up because the last episode is what I want to scream about the most. (I’m in denial about the first 15 minutes of the first episode)

Court! I need to talk to you about Born Again. Actually there’s no thoughts in my head I just need to scream about it with you.

pls scream with me pls pls pls