#make it double series

[reveluving]

make it double (headcanons i) ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!), mentions of injuries, past bullies have NOTHING on the three of you, overall, loads of fluff!

a/n: main fic is still in the works, and just so you know, I've made quite satisfying progress! I love them too much, so have some headcanons as a little gift from me to you! I recommend reading this before continuing, they take place anytime after the main fic! & pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

smut includes: mm4f relationship (no incest), phil & jeff are soft (+ occasionally mean) doms, mentions of phone s~ex, dirty talk,praise kink, unprotected s~ex (p in v), dp; blindfold, cunnilingus, nipple play, spitting & licking, risqué polaroids, aftercare—the whole shebang!

You or Phil refusing to return to Wiskayok without the other. If you have to stay back a day or two to finish your work, Phil is staying too, and vice versa. No question. You'll help each other out, even if only the two of you remain in the office. His office is a dream; overlooking the city at night as you'd chat and banter and make out. 

Jeff never forgets to order your favourite milkshake at the town’s diner, whether for takeout or if you're coming over a little later. He doesn't even ask, he just gets it for you. 

You and Phil helping out or hanging out with Jeff at his store every once in a while. Jeff doesn't let it happen often, because the business can get pretty slow and he doesn't want to bore you. But when you do stop by, the day passes faster and if it really is just the three of you, you take the opportunity to be freaky in the storeroom.

Phil taking your hands in his and feeling them whenever he's sitting next to you. If they feel particularly dry/rough, he'll instinctively take the travel pack of moisturizer out of your pocket, warm the cream between his palms before rubbing it onto your hands.

Cooking nights! On days when it's Jeff's turn to work the kitchen, you tag along. He trusts you with most of the duties, but nothing more than cutting and preparing the ingredients when it comes to Phil. You don't mind it though, it still gives you all the chances to ogle at their arms whenever they roll up their sleeves. 

Phil can cook to some degree, though he’s not as versatile as his brother. And as siblings, they’d argue over the smallest things, though they’re never serious… most of the time. You, on the other hand, find it hilarious, seeing Phil trying to defend himself (“they’re good ‘nough!”) while he goes back and forth with his brother over the pettiest things like poorly chopped veggies (“are you kidding me?!”)

But we can’t not acknowledge Phil’s barbecue skills! From the well-seasoned proteins to the heartiest sides, rest assured, your plates of smokey goodness are in good hands, regardless of your diet!

+ Each time they walk past you from behind, expect them to steal a few kisses; on your lips, shoulder, the nape of your neck, or cheek!

Grocery shopping! Mama knows all of you don't need to go, but she prefers not to separate any of you. Imagine if you're having a hard time picking between two cereals, so you ask the brothers’ opinions. Despite the one-year age gap, they have and use their ‘twin’ telepathy to simultaneously agree on the one they know you'd respond more positively to.

If you know/picked up a new language, please know that the brothers will take advantage of it. Immensely. Phil has already asked you to translate certain words out of the blue, or even documents! He says it’s ‘for work’ but really, he just wants his ears to be blessed by your voice. Say a few sentences and ask him if he’s taking notes or jotting them down instead of listening to you like an audiobook.

Similarly, Jeff buys you novels of the language in question and listens to you just like an audiobook, but in his humble opinion, better. Fret not, he makes sure to read the reviews of the books before buying, so you enjoy reading them just as much as he and his brother do listening to you.

If you return from your latest mission with an injury, then Phil dresses your wounds while Jeff buys you the necessary antibiotics/medicine.

+ Mama makes your favourites and will not listen to your protests. Be careful though; if she finds you doing any heavy-duty activities, be prepared to receive the Southern scolding of a lifetime.

Because Jeff likes to shave off his facial hair completely, whereas Phil prefers to keep his stubble, you have different routines for the two! While they usually take place on different days, if they happen to clash, they play this little game over who gets your attention more. A little peck on your shoulder, and you're turning around to shoot Phil a playful glare. Or a quick touch of the small of your back, and you're playfully swatting Jeff’s hand so his brother wouldn't leave with a bald patch.

They adore each and every pleasurable reaction you display. Still, one of their absolute favourites is when you try to hide yourself by turning your head to the side as one brother eats you out, circling their tongue on your clit. Encouraging you to suffocate them with their hands gripping your legs. 

In contrast, the other holds you from behind, licking a stripe between your neck and shoulder, either, growling, making fun of your little moans, or whispering the nastiest words known to man into your ear. Unless you use your safeword, don't even think about running away from their arms.

Putting a blindfold on you and making you guess which brother is sucking on your neck, running their hands down your stomach or even kissing up your leg. Each time you get it wrong, they either tug at your tits, bite down on your neck just a tad harder or slap your inner thigh. Anywhere but your pussy.

Risqué polaroids; a classic mention in my works! Phil already has a few, his favourite is the photo of you sitting on his office chair in nothing more than a lacey lingerie, your face partially covered with your hands and one of Phil’s Rolex watches loosely clasped around your wrist. Because Phil had requested you in such, it was only fair to allow Jeff to decide as well. 

So, after weeks of thinking, he opted for you draped in one of his dress shirts, posing with your face half-hidden in a pillow. Like his brother, the sacred polaroid is hidden in the deepest slots of his wallet.

Phil has shown him the other polaroids, too; the kinds that would give their Mama a heart attack if she ever got hold of it. Since then, taking pictures of you has become a thing whenever you fool around behind closed doors.

Jeff sending you videos of him playing with his cock whenever you're out of town the same way Phil does if your deployment requires your team and his to split up. Jeff’s videos usually begin where he’s mid-pumping, head tilting back on the bed while Phil’s is moving his hands up and down ever so slowly as he slurs out your name, looking directly into the camera with an intense stare as beads of cum leak out little by little.

+ Bonus if you spot a polaroid of you in the video/call!

Aftercare with the two is a dream; soft kisses around your body, sweet reassurances and praises in your ear, and more. When one tends to you, the other fetches the necessary, be it damp towels, a refreshing cup of water, or even pillows and blankets. 

Even if one has an emergency to attend to, the other will stay and keep you company—God forbid if both sides of you grow cold. Nothing is more valuable than seeing you extra comfortable, even in your most vulnerable state. 

Becoming the talk of the town after a few of Mama’s friends shared the time they visited her house and saw photos of the three of you recently framed and decorating the wall/coffee table. Some find it cute, already considering you high school sweethearts despite no explicit confirmations of your relationship. Some despise it, but nobody dares to voice it out unless they want Phil to catch word of it.

Absolutely surprising the familiar faces around town when they actually see you, be it your friends like Crystal, who squealed and pulled you into a hug when you bumped into her, or foes like anyone who pestered and looked down upon you for somehow being close friends with the brothers at the time. 

Funnily enough, the boys enjoy the latter just a little more compared to the former since it gives them the chance to show you off. Rub your strength and successes in their face without even doing much other than treating you the way you deserve.

+ Imagine one of those ‘POV you’re at the airport, passing by international students’ videos but the three of you are the ‘snazzy’ (or read: doing something better with your lives) students and the bullies just stand there tearing up in shame BYEEE

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a/n: i love these three + mama so MUCH????? FAWK ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

MiD taglist ♡ : @unicorngirly1 @teddy2510 @ashableketchup

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[isjasz]

Stellar death

[modest-starr]

HOUNDS IN MY HEAD 🌖 🥀

[liloinkoink]

do you wanna try your luck at the wild life session 5 trivia questions?

well now you can! i gathered all the questions we came up with into a pair of google forms so that you guys can try your hand at the same trivia questions the CCs did!

quizmaster's questions from session 5

we tried to have a good amount of questions for every player and season. we also tried to include only questions we thought at least one person would remember the answer to, especially things we'd seen them bring up recently in their own videos or streams, or big moments that would appear in fanart/animatics that we thought they'd be more likely to remember from seeing in those. we also aimed to include silly questions/answers, or questions/answers we thought people would find entertaining. we wanted players to be able to go to each other and ask each other for help on questions they didnt know the answer to!

but wait! there's more! we also have a form for all the questions which didn't make the cut!

rejected questions

the rejected questions didn't make it due to either being too difficult/niche or being something we did not think any creators would remember, being about a player we already had too many questions for in order to make room for questions about other players, being "stat" or number questions (i.e., "how many times did X die of Y cause?"), having too many names involved in the question or answer (making it hard for players to know who to ask for help), the questions just being wordy, or not being particularly entertaining. fair warning, the rejected questions also were not all fact checked as well as the actual episode questions were, as they didn't go into the actual session

originally our questions were a bit more difficult (we had a lot of questions we didn't necessarily think anyone would remember the answer to), but we were asked to tone it down and have mercy after the unexpectedly high amount of snail carnage (hence why the forms are jokingly names "easy version" and "hard version")

anyway, huge thanks to the rest of the trivia team, @cherrifire, @xmaruu11, @hopepetal, @applestruda, @ink-ghoul, and @cocoabats !!! working with all of you was super fun! and thanks so much to Grian for trusting us with this! this whole thing was a super cool experience and i'm thrilled with how much everyone likes the questions!

[glowsticcc]

chosen.

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[tibby-art]

erm what the grian

[roenais]

redraw from the finale of double life! can you believe it was like over 2 years ago. time isnt real.

old version under the cut!

i always had a more intense colorscheme in mind for this piece idk why i fucked it up so badly the first time. cmon girliepop you were capable of contrast back then

[bre4yd]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, and (Gem is) Great

Long ago, the 4 Gs were together , but everything changed when we realized.. THEY ONLY GROUPED UP ONCE FOR THE APRIL FOOL'S VIDEO T^T

Brighter version under the cut

The Girls and the Gays (and pearl)

[reveluving]

sweeter than sweet ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

summary: nothing like making sweet memories at a fall festival with your beloveds.

warnings: major fluff; they're sickeningly in love with you, lots of sweet treats & brother bantering + nat & kev appreciation, explicit language, takes place shortly after the main story (which I’m STILL working on I know but hey, more twins content!)

a/n: and we're back, THIS TIME WITH OUR FAVOURITE TWINS!! I enjoyed this so, so, so much. I needed all the sweetness, and I sure as hell needed to share it with y'all for this cozy season! please don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

'So, what better way to commemorate the moment than to help Mama out, all three of you?' ;

“Mama!” You rushed over to the older lady, taking the tray she was carrying from the boot of the car, “We can handle the carrying.”

“Ah, c’mon now, a couple o’ trays ain’t gon’ kill me.” She dismissed your worries with a wave of a hand, chuckling as your pout deepened at her words. 

“Mama, please.” 

“Alright, alright, I hear ya,” She chuckled, gently squeezing your cheek, “But the second y’see ‘em slackin’ off, y’tell me.”

That brought a grin to your lips, especially when you spotted Phil and Jeff carrying trays and displays to the booth designated for Denise’s baked goods with ease.

“Pretty sure they’re doing just fine.” You reassured her, though you knew she was also joking around, knowing how good and well she raised her sons. 

... For the most part. 

Silently agreeing with your response with a proud smile, you and Mama headed over to her booth, quaint and Halloween-y just like the other ones around you. The cool air nipped at your skin, despite the comfortable set you've put on specifically for this very special day.

Like Phil, it was your first visit to the town’s fall festival in a long time, something you had always looked forward to every year. Helping Mama out with selling her blue-ribbon treats, stopping by other booths to see your friends and even playing a few games, no matter how rigged some of them were. 

Because at the end of the day, the twins would put their heart and soul into winning something for you. 

Like the two Tomodachis they won you during your sophomore year, all while being able to enjoy the smug smile being wiped off the operator's face.

Now, with your promise to visit Wiskayok whenever possible, this time, your break falling in the month of October, you couldn't bear to miss the festival anymore.

Simultaneously marking it as your first in years, and your first since the beginning of your relationship.

So, what better way to commemorate the moment than to help Mama out, all three of you?

Upon reaching her booth, you and Mama were met with the sight of the brothers quietly arguing about where to put the glass display for her coffee cake—her best-selling goods every year. Their petty disagreement stopped when you and their mother came into view, the latter deadpanning at the two already.

“Ma, listen,” Phil started, seemingly to apologize, “He started it.”

Jeff gaped, only to drop his arms to his sides like he had already given up the fight with his baby brother, “Okay.”

“Told ‘em t’put it next to the sticky buns but he didn’t wanna listen.” Phil added, villainizing his twin. Jeff could only turn to you, deadpanning the same way Mama did. All you could do was hold back a laugh because if Mama was going to start nagging at someone, you most definitely did not want to be a part of it.

Mama shook her head in amusement, then continued to set up the table together. 

At some point in the preparation, Mama had requested Jeff to help her check the car for anything amiss, leaving you behind the counter and Phil putting on the last lights at the front. 

Then, out of the blue, he slid a few bucks across the counter. 

“A kiss, from the most gorgeous girl in town, please.” He playfully requested.

You huffed, amused, “This isn't a kissing booth, commander.” 

“No? Could've fooled me when you're working behind the counter,” He mused aloud, “How much do I gotta pay t’get a pretty lady—the pretty lady t’give me some sugar, huh? Ten bucks? Fifty bucks? A hundred?” 

“A kissing booth charging more than five dollars sounds like a scam.” You commented, raising a brow.

“Darlin’, if I'm ever givin’ you less than at least fifty dollars for anythin’, let alone five, just know that is not me.” He quipped.

You giggled, sliding the money back to his side as you leaned in, “For you? I'm willing to do it for free.”

His smug smile grew, “Now, that wouldn't do, darlin’. I can pay up. Honest.”

Phil just smirked at the suspicious look on your face, “Alright, so a few bucks ain’t gon’ cut it. But I know what will.”

Just then, he whipped out a treat, and you were wondering why he had hidden his hand behind his back minutes ago, and from the moment your eyes landed on the surprise, you knew you could not say no.

“Now, you’re just playing dirty.” You pouted.

“I like to call it ‘bein’ considerate’,” He grinned. He couldn’t get your cute frown, especially as he tauntingly shook the soft maple cookie in front of you, “Y’know these things sell out damn fast, and as cute as y’are poutin’, I’d rather it be a playful one.”

You knew what he was referring to; during middle school, you attended the festival a little later than usual, only to find out your favourite maple cookie fix had sold out. While it was nobody’s fault it happened, it was one of the earliest times Phil was obliged to make the season right for you while it still lasted, offering his mother some of his allowance in hopes she could meet up with Mrs. Walker to whip up a batch just for you the next day. 

Mama accepted the money from Phil’s insistence, only to slip it back into his piggy bank without his knowledge because just like her, Mrs. Walker found the story too adorable and offered it for free.

The joy in your eyes upon receiving a box of it may have been the driving force in working for ultimate success in hopes of always spoiling you. He acknowledged that while money couldn’t always buy happiness, and he’d be a fool to think he could buy your affection, it was just his way of showing you he cared. 

Besides, you knew the commander beyond his prideful front, and besides the constant gift-giving, he never shied away from reminding you of his devotion via sweet words and even sweeter touches.

“All I’m askin’ for is a lil’ bit o’sugar.” He drawled, anticipating your soft lips on him already.

Looking back, it was a little embarrassing to be pouty over a treat, no matter how much you reassured the family that the other goods were more than enough, but in your defence, you were twelve. Plus, seeing Phil before you, utterly shameless in his adoration, in being yours, you supposed he did deserve some sugar. 

You sighed and Phil knew he had you right where he wanted when a smile, knowing you reminisced the same thing he did, bloomed on your lips, “One kiss.”

“One kiss.” 

You didn't have to know about his fingers crossing behind him.

You leaned in, and Phil immediately met you in the middle, savouring the plush of your lips against his. While he knew not to act up, to pull you closer by your head and feel your tongue sliding against his, it didn’t mean he liked it whatsoever, but what was the harm in breaking the rules just a little bit, right?

So, he suddenly deepened the kiss before nipping on your bottom lip. You squeaked, breaking the kiss to smack his arm, “Phil! C'mon, Mama could be around.” 

He cracked up, remaining unbothered as his hands rested on the counter, “But I kept my promise.”

He paused and you didn’t have to guess his next possible response.

“But if you’re up f’more…”

“Ahem.” 

Just then, Mama—however she snuck up on you was uncertain—cleared her throat, standing behind you. She raised a brow, eyes darting between him and you, “You two behavin’?” 

“Yes, ma'am,” You immediately hid behind her, pouting as you peered over her shoulder, “Phil's just being a big bully.” 

Despite knowing you were joking, she played along as she shot her youngest a playful glare. The not-so-innocent grin, like he was silently telling her ‘I didn't do anythin’. Swear’ he gave her had you giggling.

Jeff took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you from behind and warm you up, taking advantage of the slight privacy in the booth with you. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he kissed your cheek, “Yeah? He bullying you? Need me to teach him a lesson?” 

“Please?” You fluttered your lashes at him and shit, who was he to say no to you?

He may not know how to fight as well as his brother but he still had some brawns in him.

Phil knew the look in his brother’s eyes and while he, too, would’ve done the same, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight, “Now, wait a damn minute—”

“Boys,” The boys in question immediately shut their mouths but not before shooting each other the brotherly stink eye. Mama sighed, looking at you over her shoulder, “Help me with the crisp, will ya?”

“Can do.” You nodded and Jeff was forced to let you go, but his disappointment in the brief embrace lifted after you pecked a kiss on his cheek, bringing a dumb little smile on his face. 

Before you could even continue helping Mama, Phil tapped on your shoulder, feeding you the cookie from earlier, and knowing he expected a little something-something in return, especially after the quick smooch for his brother, you kissed him on the cheek, earning yourself his million-dollar smile.

But just as you and the twins enjoyed a box of it along the way, and as Mama peeled the last saran wrap off another tray, she clasped her hands, remembering something.

“Gemma!” She exclaimed then reached over to hold your hand between hers, “Sweetheart, I promised her I’d bring the boys to help set her booth up t’day.” 

She pointed to your right, one of the stands lacking decorations that laid next to it, which Gemma, the sweet lady older than Mama, surely could not do on her own. 

“Y’mind mannin’ the booth ‘til we get back?” She asked, guilt already seeping into her tone. 

You quickly squeezed her hand in return, “I’ll be fine, Mama. It’s not my first time.”

You mirrored her smile upon hearing your reply, “I know, just had t’make sure. I won’t take long, I promise.”

“No rush!” You reassured, responding to Phil and Jeff mouthing ‘we’ll be quick’ by offering two thumbs-up before they followed their mother. You weren’t worried. Sure, you’ve never handled the booth without Mama or either of the brothers before, but you knew your way around it.

So, you easily prepared the necessary, and it wouldn’t take long for your first customer to arrive, calling your name. You straightened at the familiar voice, the corners of your lips quirking upwards upon seeing three newcomers.

“Nat, Kev, hi! You‘re early.” 

“Promised Mason we’d stay in tonight.” Natalie shrugged, motioning to the young boy next to Kevyn, the two greeting you with similar smiles, “Watch some childhood horror movies, eat a ton, then sleep a ton in the living room.”

“Well,” You were already folding the first box for their order, “All the more reason to help you guys out ASAP. What will it be?”

“A bit of everything,” She replied, letting a few seconds go by before adding, “Please.”

You huffed, amused by her way of teaching herself to be cordial, even when you’ve known her for so long, “You guys really are planning on having a food coma together, huh?” 

“It’s the perfect night for it,” She shrugged, and despite not looking like it, she enjoyed the lightheartedness, “And we couldn’t miss out on Mrs Baker’s goods.”

You nodded in agreement, “Can’t miss out on Mama’s specials. And you, detective?” 

Kevyn shrugged, “Whatever the lady wants.” His lighthearted reply prompted Natalie to scoff.

“Coming right up.” You began arranging the first box with bars and cookies, channelling Mama’s generosity to bring in the joy for the cozy season.

“So, uh, you and twins,” Kevyn began awkwardly, cocking his head at Phil and Jeff helping another neighbour with their stall, “You’re… a thing?”

He meant no harm nor judgement, just curiosity. After all, it was a small town, hearing the relationship through Natalie, who was already furrowing her brows at him at his question. She was ready to reprimand him, to defend you when you reassured her with an easygoing response.

“We are. Been with Phil for a year, but uh, we—the three of us only started last spring,” You closed the first box before filling another with cakes this time, “Didn’t think I’d see Phil in the same base, let alone dating him, then come back here with him and then date Jeff, too.”

“Well…” Natalie drawled knowingly, “Maybe I didn’t see you two going to the military of all places, but I’m pretty sure I pictured you and them being a thing years ago.” 

You chuckled. You couldn’t find it in you to be modest because you’ve had the same thoughts—the same hopes for years. 

“I’m just… really happy.”

“I fucking bet. You got that glow on you,” Natalie jested, then winced before murmuring a ‘sorry’ for her language with Mason around. She coughed, murmuring, “He uh, he didn’t mean it like that, just letting you know.” 

Kevyn raised a brow, only for his eyes to widen in realization, “Oh, no, no, no. I just—Y’know, this is kinda new to me and–”

You couldn’t help but laugh, dismissing his worries with a wave of a hand, “Kev, I hear you. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

Kevyn nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “Congrats, by the way. Jeff sure as hell didn’t stop talking about you when we met up in the gym last week.”

The corners of your lips quirked a little, “Thanks, guys,” 

You offered Mason a cinnamon roll in a paper tray, “And this is on the house. Nat told me you scored twice in the last game. Good job, kid!” 

“Well, well, well,” Lo and behold came Phil, nodding curtly at Natalie before shaking Kevyn’s hand, “Ma’am. Detective. Kid.”

“Commander.” Kevyn greeted back, “Leaving your girl to work the stall alone?”

“She ain’t in one of the best task forces for nothin’. And besides, we’re always keepin’ an eye on her.” Phil told him with pride, one of his arms immediately snacking around your shoulders upon arriving behind the counter next to you, followed by his brother.

“Got this for you.” Jeff passed you a tall takeaway cup, his heart fluttering at the sight of your eyes widening in recognition.

You knew the distinct cup anywhere. Plus, nobody at the festival used chantilly cream instead of the regular whipped one to top their hot chocolate, further sweetening the already decadent drink. 

“I didn’t know they still had this.” You accepted the drink with gratitude.

“Ed took over the business two years ago,” Jeff explained, not directly telling you that he’d also always get the beverage to reminisce his time with you, and now, he was able to share it with you once again, and more to come, “His dad said he always made it best. Tastes like it’s always been.”

Just the way you like it.

You smiled around the rim, taking a little sip of the warm drink, and it was a sight the brothers could not look away from as they stood on either side of you, holding you close, barely caring about their customers witnessing the intimate moment.

Natalie, not wanting to stick around, piped up, “Okay, shit, would you look at the time,” She dug her wallet out of her purse, “Let me just, uh–”

“But you said I was gonna pay—” Kevyn raised a brow, watching Natalie slap a wad of cash, a few units too much onto the counter. She passed the detective one of the boxes and held the other before leading him and Mason away from the lovey-dovey scene, screaming a ‘thanks’ over her shoulder. 

You watched as the three retreated, inwardly apologizing to them for the display of affection. 

“Look at that,” Phil arranged the money in an orderly manner before placing it into his mother’s cash box, “Your first sale, and a couple o’ tips t’spare. Y’think everyone might leave the pretty girl here a tip or two tonight?”

Jeff agreed without question, “I would.”

You fondly rolled your eyes, ”Flatterers.”

“Just you wait,” Phil grinned, “Next thing y’know, everyone’s waitin’ for Mama’s baked goods just t’see her pretty lil’ in-law.” 

Phil knew what he was doing when he referred to you as Mama’s daughter-in-law—being their sweet wife—and how could you have controlled the shy smile blooming on your lips? It was a bold statement to make considering how the three of you weren’t even a year into the relationship, but they were anything but doubtful if time, and hope, ever came to that.

For now, you were just enjoying discovering the connection as it was.

Jeff brushed his lips along your temple, motioning to the hot chocolate, “You like it?”

“I love it,” You tilted your head at him, tiptoeing to kiss his lips and damn, if he wasn’t a fan of hot chocolate already. He returned to soft look you had upon pulling away, even if he wanted nothing more than to chase after your lips, “And I love you,”

You turned your head to Phil, who was already reappearing to your right. A giggle bubbled in your throat as he was the one who initiated the kiss, eager for the rich notes on your lips, “And I love you, too.”

You could only laugh and squirm as they pressed you in between them to cover whatever skin was exposed with all the kisses they could give you, careful not to shake too much and spill your drink. Mama returned soon after, no longer surprised by the little cuddle party she was witnessing despite only leaving the three of you alone for less than ten minutes.

She was just enjoying the moment as much as you were, to be able to share a moment you thought would’ve been nothing more than an old memory to look back on.

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» a/n: my lovelies UGH I can't STAND THEM ㅠㅠ ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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Does anyone ever think really hard about Grian's inability to team? To stick with the same people he'd allied with at first after it shows the slightest hint of going downhill? Or about everyone's knowledge to be weary with teaming with Grian as he's notoriously disloyal with his teammates?

Cause the gutting thing is, he isn't. He isn't disloyal. He doesn't have an inability. In fact, I'd argue he is one of the few people who are tragically loyal to a fault, at least in most cases.

In Last Life, although he killed both Jimmy and Mumbo, he still felt the need to return to his allies after he'd turned red, feeling betrayed when they threw him out for being red. After that, he stuck with Joel and didn't dare betray him.

In Double Life, although he cheated on Scar and constantly complained, he stuck by Scar almost obsessively. His aim to protect him, even if he said it was for his own benefit, was painful. He didn't try to leave Scar behind like Cleo or Scott, he didn't try to sever the bond between him and Scar, nothing. It was almost like he was desperate.

In Limited Life, he was beyond loyal to his boys. He was loyal until the very end. And although he immediately switched to join the Nosy Neighbours, he didn't try to team with anyone permanently until Jimmy and Joel were dead. His silence when he realised he was truly the last Bad Boy was deafening. He hid his grief by saying that he had a backup team, just to save face, even though he built a gravestone for both boys and grieved them meaningfully.

In Secret Life, it wasn't as if he was fine with having no allied, like someone would be if they truly didn't care for loyalty, he was desperate once again. Having no teammates later in the game would hurt him, yes, but his desperation felt lonely, not power hungry. He didn't dare betray Etho nor Cleo, and stuck by them until the end. He was losing his mind on his hill before he teamed with the two, he needed to have close allies to depend on.

Now, in Wild Life, Mumbo is out of the series and Grian goes to say he needs to find some more friends, even with Skizz still around. Now, I don't think this is a power play thing, it's a desperation thing. He's hiding his grief by pretending everything is fine because if it wasn't he'd be vulnerable. For the past couple sessions, he had been working tirelessly to help get Skizz a kill so he could get off of being a red life, even to his own detriment.

Grian doesn't half ass teams. He will not team with everyone. However, he gets vulnerable when the ones that he connects to die.

Because that's how it went about in 3rd Life. He allied with Scar throughout the whole game, it starting simply because Grian felt guilty about what he'd done to Scar. He felt guilty. He stuck with him the whole game, undying loyalty, and all it ended in was him standing at the top with his best friend's blood drying on his hands.

To him, being loyal to someone like he was in 3rd Life ended badly. So, to avoid that, he found a way to still stay teamed with people, but not be left at the top of that mountain again, alone, even if his teammates die.

But so far, the curse keeps following him. He will always outlive his teammates. And this season is following the pattern, again, Mumbo dying right in front of his eyes, so close, yet so far. Always in a distance where he could've done something different, and he'd still have a teammate.

He may move from person to person, but only when they are dead or reject him. He is the forever Widow, cursed to always face his consequences, over and over and over again.

[dredgesnails]

i don’t think jimmy’s broken his canary curse. i think it’s just been evolving, slowly, and he’s figuring out how to work with it instead of trying to fight it. hear me out:

3rd life - flower husbands. jimmy dies first. scott is 10th out in the series, the only time he places outside of the top 5

last life - the southlanders. jimmy is first out. mumbo is out next in quick succession. impulse dies shortly after. the only southlanders to make it into the top 10 are grian, who killed jimmy and mumbo (and still only ranks 7) and martyn, who left the southlanders for the shadow alliance

double life - ranchers. jimmy dies first, and takes tango out with him. tango is the one responsible for their first death, though

limited life - bad boys. joel wants to sacrifice himself for jimmy, but jimmy dies first before he can. joel still dies shortly after, and grian becomes a nosy neighbour, surviving to 6th

secret life - big dogs. jimmy dies second, but lizzie might be falling forever in the end so maybe he does die first. martyn is the first to yellow and red, and he dies 11th. the worst he’s ever placed. (also, mumbo dies only moments after jimmy again*)

real life - (do they have a name??). jimmy and ren’s groups get into a fight in the mines. jimmy is the only one who makes it out without dying at all. his allies are out of the series.

the canary curse isn’t about jimmy dying first. or at least, it isn’t really anymore. at first he was used to signify it, the canary dying first to warn everyone of danger ahead. but the canary has learned how to escape the coalmine now, and his friends are still stuck inside. they might survive if they have friends on the surface or they’re willing to betray their allies, but if it’s just been them and their canary to warn them of danger? then they’ve doomed themselves.

*mumbo might also have his own unique “killed ten seconds after jimmy by the same person/thing” curse, which is different from the general jimmy “bad luck charm” solidarity curse