#julia cody

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Shawn talking about Smurf, Pope and Julia

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and when pope cody's body is laid to rest, the bugs will taste loneliness. and grief. and a sense of never feeling normal or desired. but there will be an aftertaste..

those are his two girls idc argue w the wall

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I Always Knew

Andrew "Pope" Cody X F!Reader

One request, do not let her family find out she was alive. You promised to honor that secret, to lie each and every time you ran into someone from her family. It wouldn't be easy, especially with how close you were with her twin. No, you'd take that secret to the grave if need be, especially if it meant keeping her safe. To the world, Julia Cody had died.

A/N: hello! This idea hit me out of nowhere and I just had to write it, i am currently working on the Vampire!Titus fic but that will definitely take a while(it's gonna be looooooong)so enjoy this for now! Warnings: Weed smoking, mentions of past drug abuse, drug using, Smurf is her own warning W/C: 6.7k

You'd been sworn to secrecy, pleaded with to never speak a word of where your best friend had run off too. No one was allowed to know where she'd been living, just on the other side of town from her own family, her brothers living with the lie that she'd willingly run off. She'd told you about the pregnancy early on, getting pregnant wasn't on her biggest list of things she'd had planned. All you wanted to do was help in any way you could. One request, do not let her family find out she was alive. You promised to honor that secret, to lie each and every time you ran into someone from her family. It wouldn't be easy, especially with how close you were with her twin. No, you'd take that secret to the grave if need be, especially if it meant keeping her safe.

To the world, Julia Cody had died.

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Present Day

Your eyes scanned the different cereals that lined the shelves, debating with yourself if it would be worth it to get the one you actually wanted, and not the one you knew would actually be good for you. Reeses puffs were delicious and you'd be damned if you let some snotty idiot tell you otherwise. So what if they were targeted towards kids, who's to say you couldn't enjoy things from time to time?

"Decisions, decisions," you mumbled under your breath, keeping an ear out to make sure J, Julia's son, hadn't wandered off too far.

He was almost eighteen, getting ready to head off to college and further his education on his mothers behalf. Yours as well, if you were being quite honest since you hadn't gotten the chance to go to college yourself. All your time and energy had been spent trying to make sure that Julia and J had lived a happy and safe life. Getting her clean and off heroin was the biggest hurdle since J was an infant and would need the care from his mother. You stepped up in her place, taking care of him the way a mother would until she was ready. It had been touch and go for years, afraid something could send her back into a relapse and you'd lose her and J.

She was strong though, refusing to let her mother win. You all celebrated when she'd get different coins for sobriety, whether it was dinner, or something simple as ice cream on the beach. J had excelled in school, getting straight A's and landing himself on the honor roll almost immediately. It made you proud knowing that you helped them both be the people they were today.

"Holy shit, is that you?" An ice cold shiver raced down your spine at the familiar voice, how the hell did he even recognize you?

"Baz, it's so good to see you," you laughed softly, turning to face him with a neutral expression. Why the fuck was this happening to you?!

"Long time no see, where've you been these days?" Baz wasn't stupid, he knew something had happened when you were both teenagers, especially since Julia had disappeared from their lives.

"Oh you know, doing my best to stay afloat, I've been working at a law firm for the last few years," granted it was as a receptionist, but the pay was the best in the area.

His brow furrowed, lips pulled into a wry smile as if he didn't quite believe what you were saying, though you couldn't exactly blame him. You still lived in the same apartment, not running into the Cody's was damn near impossible, and yet, you always found a way. Mainly because of Smurf, you weren't sure what would happen if you ever ran into the woman who'd given birth to Julia.

"Really? I always thought you wanted to get into fashion?" It had been a passion of yours when you were younger, those dreams quickly being dashed away.

"I would've had to have moved to NYC for something like that, couldn't exactly afford it," the lie slipped out so easily, a practiced move.

Before he could retort, say that he would've offered to help make those dreams a reality you noticed J walking over, your heart leaping into your throat. Shit! No! This was not supposed to be happening to you!

"Hey, mom's headed home from work if you're all set," J paid no mind to the man standing near you, pretending as if he didn't even exist.

Baz's gaze didn't waver at all as he stared at the teenager, almost certain he could place where he'd seen that face before. You didn't want to have this conversation, not now, not ever.

"Okay, did you find what you were looking for?" Your heart was pounding, palms beginning to sweat ever so slightly as you tried to stay composed.

"Yeah," he smiled before holding up the box of cereal.

Nodding you took it from him, plopping it into the cart before giving Baz your full attention once more, ready to leave him behind once again.

"Sorry, I've gotta get him back home, he comes over to my place when his mom's working to do school work," that was the honest truth, J mainly came over to hang out and play with your cats than do school work though.

"No worries, maybe we can catch up some time," He didn't want to look too hopeful, the wedding band a reminder that none of you were the young teens you once were.

"I'll let you know, been pretty busy lately. I'll reach out," without waiting for a response you and J quickly headed off, making your way to the front of the store to pay for the groceries and leave.

Neither of them spoke until they were safely out of the store, your heart racing as the car door slammed behind you. J hadn't said a word, quietly buckling his seatbelt while waiting for you to say something. Who exactly was that person in the store, and why the hell did you seem terrified to run into him?

"How much has your mom told you about her family?" You wouldn't encroach into something that wasn't yours in the first place.

His eyes locked on your face, taking in the way you refused to look at him. "Not much, she promised to tell me when I was old enough to really understand."

Shit, if Julia hadn't told him anything yet it wouldn't be the smart thing to run your mouth and tell the horror stories you kept hidden away. Maybe you could warn him to stay away from Baz, the entire family were bad news, but Baz would rush off to find Smurf and tell her everything.

"The man I was talking to inside is bad news, I can't tell you too much without your mom but trust me," Baz was probably already relaying the information, putting the pieces together about J. "He's not someone you want to have around."

You started the car with a sigh, looking around to see if any cars looked suspicious before pulling out of the parking spot. No cars seemed to be tailing you as you decided to take a completely different route back home. A conversation would need to be had once Julia was back at the apartment, warning her that they were coming around again. At least it was only Baz, what if you'd run into Deran, or even Craig? Not to mention…no, you weren't going to think about him.

Pulling into the driveway was far more nerve wracking than you'd expected it to be after running into Baz at the store. Sure, there might be a chance that you wouldn't have to explain to Julia why you were rushing back to the apartment after having just left. Neither of you wanted to run into the family, lest you reap the consequences that came along with that.

"Hey, did you get everything on the list?" She'd had her back to you, typing up a report for her boss.

You'd been able to get her a job at the same company you'd been employed at for nearly ten years, the hours worked best since J was still in school and needed a parent home at times. Working from home meant she wouldn't run the risk of running into Andrew, or even worse, Smurf.

"Yeah, I convinced your son to get the good cereal," you snickered at the angry mom stare she gave you, her hands stopping for a moment before continuing.

"Really? The last thing you need is to get more sugary cereal," Julia had been trying to get you to eat healthier, moreso in the mornings since you didn't tend to eat too unhealthy. Moderation was the key.

"You can't argue and say it's not good though, so whose the real winner here?" You were half hoping that J would find the conversation boring and head off so you could talk with Julia.

Luck seemed to be on your side for once, he muttered something about catching up on his homework before heading down to his bedroom. The sound of the door clicking shut confirmed that he wasn't going to attempt to eavesdrop. Your heart was racing, palms beginning to sweat slightly as you stepped over to her side. Julia hadn't stopped typing, hyper focused on the task at hand so she could finish her work for the day.

"We ran into Baz at the store," her hands stopped immediately, painted nails hovering over the keys as your words began to sink in.

If the two of them had run into Baz, it was only a matter of time before Deran, or even Craig started hanging around to hopefully run into you, or even J. Shit, if they sent Andrew, he'd hunt them down like a bloodhound. She wanted to reach out, to tell him that she was still alive and living so close to home.

"He act too calm?" It wasn't really a question, that you knew, but you weren't going to lie to her.

"Of course he did, wanted to see if I would run home the moment I saw him," it was technically what you did, but Baz was still an idiot at times and wouldn't follow you without giving himself away.

It wasn't the first time you'd been tailed by one of the brothers, most of the time they followed to see if it was really you in the car. You would usually lead them on a wild goose chase before finally losing them and heading back home. It was for the safety of everyone else, no one mattered except for Julia and J.

Even if you missed Andrew, it wasn't safe.

"Shit," she sighed, head dropping down between her shoulders, hair gently brushing over the keyboard beneath her. "I'm going out with you next time, I can't keep hiding from them."

It would be insanely dangerous, the risk of running into Baz was definitely higher after today, but if they sent Andrew? Who knows what would happen once he caught sight of the sister he thought he'd lost so many years ago. He'd sat by her side as Smurf forced her out of their lives, ignoring the child that was growing inside of her, the only grandchild she had. Julia had never been so grateful to have you in her life, helping her get sober for her son.

You'd cut yourself off from the family after Julia had come to you sobbing, the withdrawals slowly taking over as she tried to stay sober. Her own flesh and blood had tossed her aside as if she was nothing more than trash. It sickened you down to the core, vowing to never speak or see them again. Now that J was about to turn eighteen, there was no telling what would happen.

"I can't ask you to do that, the last thing either of us need is word getting back to her that you're alive and well," Smurf didn't scare you, no matter how intimidated her children were, you'd gladly go toe to toe with the woman.

"You're not asking me to do anything, I'm doing it because I want to," she smiled softly, sadness swirling through forest green irises.

"Just," you forced yourself to stay calm, not wanting to start an argument because of her. "What if they try coming after you and J? You know how much of a conniving bitch she is."

Julia couldn't help but snicker, J following soon after by attempting to cover it with a cough. You knew better than to believe he wasn't giggling behind his hand.

"I know how she is, but I've got you and J by my side, I'll be fine."

Maybe she could be right and that family wouldn't put their nose into your business more than they already had before. The last thing you wanted to deal with was her cunt of a mother, Julia knew how you'd felt about that devil woman.

"Okay, I'll leave it alone for now," if she promised that no one would come knocking, then clearly things were going to be okay.

Right?

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The annual office party was loud, and far more cramped than people had been expecting. Faces you had seen every single day since you'd started, and some new people you didn't recognize at all mingling. It did nothing to ease the anxiety that had begun to prick at your skin, palms sweating as you gripped your drink as if your life depended on it. One of the team members from IT had been talking your ear off, going on about some program you'd never heard of. Julia was off talking to the office grandmother, mainly because she was the oldest in the office who also happened to be a grandmother.

"Dave's thinking about adding the program to help work go smoother, so here's to hoping," Jason, the gangly man, laughed nervously before taking a sip of his lime and soda.

"I'm sure things will work out," you smiled at him, hoping the expression didn't show off how truly bored you were.

The air in the room suddenly felt colder, a shiver racing down your spine. It felt as if you were being watched, prey in the eyes of a hunter hidden in the shadows. Carefully glancing around, your eyes flitted between people before landing on a pair of hazel eyes you saw every day.

Except they didn't belong to Julia.

"Oh, shit," heart slamming against your ribs, you muttered an apology to Jason before rushing over to where Julia was swapping recipes with Gladys.

The older woman caught sight of you, worry etching across her face as she reached a hand out to stop you.

"What's wrong hun? You look like you've seen a ghost," yeah, she could definitely say that.

"I'm so sorry, I just got off the phone and J's asking if we can come home, sounds like he might have food poisoning," a very blatant lie, J would always call Julia first if something was wrong, and then he'd call you if she didn't answer.

"Shit, Gladys I'll write down that recipe for you and bring it on Monday morning," Julia apologized profusely, grabbing onto your hand before dragging you out to the car.

Everyone watched the pair run outside, murmuring softly to themselves before going back to their conversations at hand. The same eyes watched you, heart racing at who you ran out of the building with. It couldn't be, he'd watched Smurf toss her out of the car without a care in the world, her figure disappearing the farther off they drove. It didn't explain you being here though, he was sure the two of them wouldn't stay friends after Julia had started using.

Smurf had told him that you'd also turned your back on his sister, choosing to live your life without her by your side. She'd practically insisted that neither of them would want him in their lives. How long had Smurf known Julia was alive? And how long did she plan on keeping that from him?

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Your hands shook as Julia drove back towards the apartment, her face completely void of any emotion. This was a mess, a downright horrific mess that you were going to be spending god knows how long cleaning up. Would the three of them have to move out? Get even farther away to where none of them would ever think to look.

"I know those eyes, Julia, I see them every single day," you could barely utter the words, throat tight at seeing him after nearly eighteen years.

Neither of them were teenagers anymore, having grown into adulthood and gaining slight wrinkles each year. None of this was supposed to be happening, Andrew hadn't even been on your radar for over four years, not since word spread he'd gotten arrested. Shit, when had he gotten out of prison?

"I wouldn't have recognized him, it's been so long that-," tears welled up in her eyes, throat tight at the reminder of why she hadn't seen Andrew in so long.

"No, don't let yourself start thinking about that, none of that was either of your faults," you'd never blame Andrew for following Smurf and leaving Julia behind, not with how deep she'd sunk her claws into him from a young age.

Another reason you'd kept Julia and J hidden away from that family, ensuring their safety at any cost. It didn't matter that you'd moved an hour outside of Oceanside, choosing somewhere they wouldn't think to look. It's why running into Baz, and now Andrew, had made you suspicious of Smurf. She wasn't an idiot, far from it, but the last thing she would do is risk her own skin in order to find her daughter and grandson.

"Fuck, they're going to show up any day now, especially since Andrew knows," he wouldn't run to Smurf with the news, it would fester like a wound until he couldn't hold it in anymore.

You wanted to argue with her that he wouldn't spill the beans, but it would only be a matter of time before one of them would get the information. At least J would be graduating and able to get farther away from it all. If only it were that easy, just pack up and head out without a single care in the world. No one to follow the trail you were so desperate to cover up, leaving behind no trace of your existence.

"We can worry about things later, for now why don't we just relax and enjoy what's left of the day?" Julia pulled into the designated parking spot, turning off the car with a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," you weren't going to argue with her, not with the lingering fear in the back of your mind.

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The sun had long set, nothing but the sound of waves crashing faintly in the distance while seagulls flew around looking for a midnight snack. You'd snuck out after Julia had fallen asleep, J was too busy talking with his girlfriend to notice you walking by. A joint held loosely between your thumb and pointer finger. You were pleasantly high, basking in the softened edges of your mind, a gentle breeze whisking by to help keep cool. A twig snapping caught your attention immediately, heart racing for a moment before it hit you.

"You don't have to hide, Andrew, I know you're there," bringing the joint to your lips you took a long drag, holding in the smoke for a brief second before blowing it out.

He stepped out from the shadow's the dim porch light barely illuminating his features. His eyes sparkled in the dark light, the same way Julia's did whenever you'd watch a movie together. You watched him, taking in his even standing ten feet away he looked ready for a fight, hackles raised as if you would attack first. None of that was going to happen, not unless you wanted to be beaten to a pulp.

"I already know why you're here, my question is, who else knows?" That was it, your gaze never wavering from his face.

He had the smallest of tells when he'd attempt to lie, Julia and him were one in the same in that aspect. Andrew had always tended to stare, whether he was trying to assess someone and figure out their angle, or intimidation. The only time he would ever briefly, keyword being briefly, look away is if he was lying.

"No one else, Baz has his suspicions but he hasn't said anything to Smurf yet," his haunting gaze never wavered, a truth in what was a series of nightmares currently.

Nodding you took another drag, wincing at the intense burn that ripped down your throat. Andrew reached over for the joint, plucking it from between your fingers and finishing it off quickly. The two of them had shared joints together as teens before Smurf had decided Julia was better off living on the streets. He would always finish it off, knowing you hated the burning in your throat that lingered long after the joint was gone.

"Of course he does, asshole doesn't know how to keep his nose out of other people's business," you'd never liked Baz, even as teens you knew how sleazy he was, seems he only got worse with age.

His lips quirked up into a tiny smile before dropping back down, a smooth slate that left you wondering what was running through his mind. A part of you wanted to go inside and wake Julia, to reunite siblings torn apart by a vindictive woman. You just didn't want to ruin her sleep, choosing instead to stare down Andrew as he stood across from you.

"She has a son," he didn't ask it as a question, more a statement in the moment.

Before you could answer him that yes, Julia did have a son that you'd essentially helped her raise over the years, the sliding glass door slid open. J stared back at Andrew, brow furrowing as he tried to figure out what was going on before opening his mouth to ask.

"Hey, what're you still doing up?" It was nearly midnight, according to the clock you could barely read over his shoulder.

"Couldn't sleep, I was going to have the rest of the pizza from dinner," he glanced at you briefly before looking back at Andrew, a silent question written plainly on his face.

"J, this is Andrew, he's your moms twin brother," Andrew's jaw clenched tight, you were sure if you listened close enough you would be able to hear his teeth grinding together harshly.

J didn't say anything, back straightening as he stepped out onto the porch. His nose wrinkled for a moment, his eyes landing on you.

"Are you smoking?" Now that was definitely accusatory. J had always joked that you only smoked when under intense stress, and he would be correct.

You smiled sadly, eyes bloodshot from the second joint you'd smoked, the same one Andrew had finished. "Yeah, wanted to clear my head so I could relax before bed, but."

You gestured briefly towards Andrew, debating if you wanted to let him inside the home you'd built with Julia. Even platonically it felt like more than just two roommates living together and raising a child.

"Why're you here?" J sounded angry, even with little information about his mothers family, he knew not to trust any of them.

Andrew struggled to find the words, to explain that he'd come by in hopes of seeing someone he'd considered a ghost for so long. It was nothing but a poor excuse, a reason he'd hoped to see her dwindling the longer he stood there silently.

"Because I wanted to see my sister," the gravel in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, lips parting softly as you took in a short breath.

Jesus, even after eighteen years he still had a way to make your heart race. J waited for him to say something else, anything so he could figure out the motive. After a few tense moments he turned, heading back inside without another word.

Andrew turned his gaze back to you, waiting for guidance on what exactly he needed to do in that moment. Would you allow him inside, a hope that he'd greet Julia once again, or would you turn him away without giving him a second glance?

"Do you want to come inside?" You pushed up and out of the chair you'd perched yourself in slowly, muscles soft and pliant from the weed you smoked earlier.

Andrew wanted to deny himself, to suffer the consequences of his own actions before pushing the thought away with a nod. You didn't acknowledge him otherwise, heading inside and leaving the sliding glass door open just enough for him to slip passed.

J had already grabbed his food, bedroom door shut tight in a silent way of asking for privacy. Andrew slid the door shut behind him, locking it to make sure no one could sneak in while everyone were distracted, or asleep.

"Would you like a drink, maybe something to eat?" You were nothing if not a good host, even if it was someone you hadn't seen in a while.

"N-," he stopped himself, swallowing nervously. "Water, please."

Nodding you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, one of the fancy Fiji waters that Julia loved to stock up on and sliding it down the kitchen island to him. The top cracked open loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen, tipping the bottle to his lips he downed nearly half before setting it down.

"I never would've kept this hidden from you on purpose, but with Smurf I didn't want to do that to Julia," she deserved the protection Smurf never offered her, and you were more than willing.

He understood what you meant, but that little voice deep inside his head growled harshly. Why are you believing someone that turned their back on you? She loved you, the only man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, chose to leave you behind happily.

"I know," his gaze roamed around the dark kitchen, taking in the things that littered the countertops.

Appliances were pushed back against the dark green tile that lined the wall, two coffee mugs sitting side by side as if purposeful. One belonging to you, tiny cartoon cats staring back at him, the other just a simple matte black. It reminded him of the same one he and Julia had shared before they were teenagers, trying coffee for the first time. Neither of them had been too fond of the bitter flavor, grimacing before dumping the cups.

"Look, I can offer you our couch to sleep on," you were struggling to stay upright in the moment, exhaustion digging it's claws into every muscle.

Of course the weed probably wasn't helping in the moment, inviting in the man you'd mourned before you could even start your own life. Julia had blamed herself for the way things happened, ignoring your pleas of denial.

"Are you sure?" His gaze landed back on you, face set in stone as he stared deep into the very depths of your soul.

"I'm not going to force you back into Smurf's hands, lord knows she'd rather us dead than speaking," Andrew couldn't stop his wince at your words, anybody that knew the woman that he called his mother would go to drastic measures to keep you, and Julia away.

It's what led him to this moment, standing across from you after all this time while his sister slept peacefully just down the hall.

"No, you were always more levelheaded than any of us."

You couldn't help but grin, Julia would have a field day knowing that he had insisted she was more reckless than even you. The same two people that snuck out of Smurf's home in the middle of the night to go to the beach. Andrew had been terrified you'd get caught as you tiptoed past the gate. Deran had caught you both, offering to keep his mouth shut if you didn't rat on him for smoking Craig's weed. The promises were set and the two of you headed off without a care.

"Julia would kick your ass for saying that," you snickered, arms loosely wrapped around your middle.

"Maybe, but it'd be worth it," his heart fluttered, swallowing nervously to try and focus on the conversation at hand.

"Forgot you liked strong women," oops.

Andrew raised a brow, waiting to see what else could potentially slip through your lips to rush through his veins like a drug. No wonder his nickname was Pope, he was about to meet god.

"Alright, I need to go to sleep before I pass out on the floor," Andrew watched you walk away, taking everything in to remember for the remainder of the night.

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Andrew hadn't slept at all, hands pressed against the denim of his jeans as he stared down the magazines littered across of the coffee table. He vaguely recognized the actor on the cover of the Variety magazine, hadn't he played some superhero? Bucky Rogers or whatever? Most of those movies didn't really interest him, the silliness of what the actors portrayed pulling him out of the immersion every time. Did that mean you watched those movies? That must've been why you owned this magazine to begin with.

"Mmm, morning," your voice was thick with sleep, heel of your palm rubbing against your eyes to try and wake up more.

You'd thrown on a pair of sweatpants during some time between when you'd gone to bed, and come back out this morning.

"Morning," his eyes were burning from lack of sleep, mind still racing with millions of different thoughts.

How was Julia going to react? That was his biggest worry in the moment was how she would take him standing in front of her. A coffee maker sputtered as you yawned, waiting until it was done before making coffee for yourself, Julia, and presumably J. He hadn't moved an inch, hands pressing harder into his legs.

Your feet carried you over to him, the same mug he'd seen last night held out towards him as you stopped just before him.

"Figured you'd want the caffeine," it wasn't accusatory, more as a statement.

"Thank you," his fingers grazed yours gently as he pulled the mug in hand.

A shock raced down his spine at the contact, forcing back a gasp so he could appear unaffected and calm. Not like his hand shook slightly as he brought the mug to his lips. It was perfect, the way you'd made it for him the very first time he'd ever had coffee with you. One sugar, and three creams. It cut through the bitterness, leaving behind a smoothness, memories flashing through his mind in rapid succession.

"Oh you are a darling! Thank you for making coffee," Julia didn't waste any time, making her way over to the mug that sat directly next to yours on the counter.

"Don't I always make coffee?" You glanced at her from over your shoulder, smirking as she sipped her own beverage.

She merely rolled her eyes, smiling behind the ceramic before her eyes flicked over to the person in front of you. Her face fell, completely devoid of emotion as she took Andrew in for the first time since that fateful day.

He'd gotten older, lines around his eyes deeper than she would've assumed he would have at their age. His curls were long, longer than Smurf had ever given him the opportunity to grow before. It gave him a sort of boyish charm that he hadn't allowed himself to show when growing up.

"Andrew," she swallowed thickly, setting down the coffee mug lest it hit the ground and shatter beneath her.

He stood slowly, an identical mug loosely gripped in his right hand as he forced himself to close the distance between them. Her eyes took every part of him in, the way his shoulders were tense, the muscle bunched beneath the fabric of his shirt. How his eyes were wide, refusing to waver before he stopped in front of her.

"Julia," his voice cracked at the end of her name, arms hastily pulling her into a tight hug.

Julia quickly wrapped her arms around Andrew, gripping his back with a vice grip as everything suddenly sunk in. The soft scent of his cologne clung to his shirt and skin, her shampoo mixing in as the twins stood silent.

You grabbed their mugs, pushing them away in case some kind of argument were to commence between the pair. Who knows, it's a lot to take in when you hadn't seen someone in nearly two full decades.

"I'm sorry, jesus I'm so fucking sorry," his throat tightened as tears welled up in his eyes, he would atone for his sins til the end of time if it meant being by her side.

She sniffled softly, burying her face against his chest as her tears soaked into his shirt. Andrew didn't care, ignoring the way his own tears slid down his cheeks. Her grip never faltered, even tightening as Andrew slowly loosened his own hold.

"I forgive you, Andrew," Julia knew deep down that he would never abandon her, not without Smurf being the cause of everything.

Her claws had sunk deep from their childhood, whispering lies before he could attempt to even form his own thoughts and opinions. She would make sure the boys obeyed her, keeping any women away that posed a threat. It was one of the main reasons you and Julia had been so close, and that in turn lead you to Andrew.

"I was always afraid you were gone, kept waiting to read your name in the paper that you'd died," Andrew was realistic, the last time he'd seen Julia she was already addicted to heroine.

One of the drugs Smurf had all but banned from the house, refusing to let any of her children become like Julia. It had sickened him knowing that she hadn't cared about his sister's life, carelessly tossing her out without so much as a glance back.

"Funny, I thought the same thing with you," her eyes were shining with unshed tears, a wet laugh slipping from her lips.

She'd heard about his arrest, angrily muttering that she would murder Baz the moment she could get her hands on him. Andrew was always the brawn and the scapegoat, tossed aside the moment he was no longer useful.

"Not dead, at least not for a while," he smiled, a rare occurrence after so long being apart.

"Good," her hands pulled away from his back, stepping back to allow him some space to process everything.

The pair stood together in the kitchen, talking about the things each had missed about one another. Julia told him about her son, how he'd already been accepted into three colleges for being so damn smart. It warmed something in his chest, knowing at least two people with the Cody name weren't total failures. Andrew told her, reluctantly, about his time in Folsom, how Smurf had revoked visiting access for his brothers and anyone that wasn't her.

Her eyes flicked over to you, the way you were hooked on a Shark documentary that was currently playing. Surely at first you'd left to give them a semblance of privacy to talk, now it looked like you were actually invested in what you were watching. Andrew followed her gaze, watching you watch the television. His heart raced at how peaceful you looked, happy to learn something new about the different sharks.

"Go, I need to get J so you can properly meet him," she smiled knowingly, stepping around him to head down and see if her son was awake.

Andrew stood stiffly in the kitchen, unsure if he should follow Julia's advice and go talk with you, or if he should ignore that idea altogether and wait for her to get back. Against his better judgment he headed into the living room, noticing how dim the room was, blackout curtains covering each window. It kept that lingering fear from getting any worse, knowing you were taking precautions so no one could attempt to peep.

"Do you wanna sit down?" You'd sprawled yourself along the couch, blanket draped lazily over your body.

He nodded, unable to properly form any kind of words as you lifted your legs, patting the cushion with the ball of your foot to get your message across. Rolling his eyes he plopped down onto the end cushion taking in how comfortable the couch was. Damn, had he really been that nervous that he hadn't even noticed his back didn't ache after so many hours of silent sitting?

"I don't think I could swim with a shark, I'd be too afraid it would bite me," according to the narrator it was statistically more likely to get struck by lightning than bitten by a shark.

You just weren't willing to take that kind of risk, not with how your mind would swirl up horrific images the moment you hit the water. Andrew reached down subconsciously, pulling your feet into his lap as his fingers trailed over the skin of your calves.

The documentary was one he'd never seen before, the narrators voice was soothing without being boring. Your feet slipped off his lap and before he could argue your body was flipping around so your head was resting against his thigh. His hands stayed in the air, unsure of what exactly you wanted him to do as your eyes never left the screen.

After what felt like eons but was probably no more than a few seconds, his palm rested against your back, fingertips trailing over the softness of your sleep shirt. You sighed contently, eyes slipping closed slowly before flicking back open. He kept up the ministrations while watching you, the way your eyes would flutter before opening once more.

It took just under five minutes before you were drifting off to sleep, left arm hanging off the couch as your snored softly against him. Andrew smiled softly, fingers reaching up to gently trace over your browbone. Your brow furrowed for a moment before relaxing once more, comforted by the man next to you.

Julia stood off to the side, watching the tender way her brother treated you, as if he could break you so easily. He'd only treated two people, that she knew of, the very same way as he was in that moment. You, and her.

"She never stopped thinking about you, made herself worried sick when it got announced you'd been arrested for that bank robbery," Andrew forced himself to not flinch so he wouldn't accidentally wake you up.

"I thought about her everyday, thought I'd died when I saw her at the party," once he'd seen Julia he was adamant that he'd finally ascended into heaven.

To his utter horror(or luck depending on who you asked)he realized that none of them had suffered the fate of death. No one at the house knew where he'd snuck off to in the middle of the night, heading off with a grunt and a shake of his head. He'd sat in the truck for nearly an hour before finally getting the nerve to go and see you first.

"I know, I know you love her, Andrew," her smile was sad, a reminder of all the time the three of them had lost. Sure, Julia had you by her side the entire time, but Andrew was left alone.

"I-," he stopped himself, forcing down the words he wouldn't be able to take back once they were in the open.

He did love you, and there would never be any denying it as long as he lived and breathed. Admitting it to you though was an entirely different story, one he'd rather not have to deal with until things settled down. Baz would attempt to find you, and in turn Julia if he wasn't careful enough. No one would get hurt because of him ever again, no matter what it required of him.

"You're right, I do."

He'd just spend the rest of his life making things right with you, and with Julia.

[hatosypex]

Title: BRUISED - Part 1

Summary: A love confession gone wrong becomes the catalyst for change. You just have to be brave enough to accept it. Trigger warnings: Mention of parental abuse, physical abuse of a minor, mental abuse of minor, anxiety, depictions of violence, consenting nudity, description of wounds and bruises, mature language, mature content. Author´s note: Set in 1994 when both reader, Andrew and Julia are Senior´s in high school. Slow burn story with a friends to lovers trope. Reader in this story is depicted as an anti social outcast who has known the Cody family for a long time. The small chapter dividers in this story are songs I listened to while writing this. -> Part 2

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It was night time and silent on the Cody compound as you sat by yourself at the pool looking down at your knuckles. They were bruised and red, but you could move your fingers so you knew they were not broken.

Your face was a whole different story; your cheeks burned and you felt your swollen lip with your tongue. The taste of blood was still in your mouth. Your whole body hurt as you took a deep breath feeling the sting in your ribs.

The screen door opened suddenly behind you and you heard familiar footsteps approaching you. It was Julia that was coming out, you quickly pulled your hoodie over your head and dug your hands in the big pocket of the hoodie.

“Hi” she said and sat down next to you on one of the sun beds. You nodded and smiled softly feeling the sudden ache of your cheek that made you wince.

“What’s wrong?” Julia asked while looking closely at you and playing with the joint between her fingers.

“I got my ass handed to me” you tried to chuckle, but it came out as a muffled laugh instead.

“Jesus” Julia reached over at your hoodie and tried pulling it down. You stopped her gently by putting your hand over hers; “I don´t wanna scare you”

“I’ve seen worse” she tried to sound comforting, but took the hint and sat down on the sunbed again looking more worried.

“You need Pope take a look at you?”

“No, no!” you protested quietly “Thank you, I’m fine”

Looking down at the pool water and at the reflection of the moon mirroring it, you put your head down; “Can I stay over tonight?” you asked.

“Of course you can. Smurf is off somewhere with Deran’s dad. She wont be back”

“Thank you”

“You gonna tell me who beat the shit out of you?”

“I had it coming. It doesn't matter” you answered quickly hoping Julia would let it go.

Instead she shook her head and lit the joint letting the cloud of smoke travel over her head and into the night sky. “You should have beat their ass”

“Oh I did” you nodded and pulled your hand out of the pocked of the hoodie to show the swollen knuckles and redness.

“Oh, now you have to tell me!” Julia continued as you took a deep breath knowing that it would just cause more trouble, but at the same time Julia knew how to keep a secret.

“You promise not to tell a soul?”

“Pinky promise” Julia put the joint in her mouth and took out her right pinky which you hooked with yours as you both shook on it.

“It was Brian” you said quietly and brushed your other hand over your knuckles; “Remember I told you that I had a crush on him”

“Yeah?” Julia said and sat up from the sun bed alarmed over this; “Did he hurt you?”

“You know Angela’s brother Keagan? Well, he told me Brian might feel the same about me. I mustered up the guts to tell him tonight after his practice” you took a deep breath and felt that familiar lump in your throat take over as you took a second to pull yourself together.

Julia was looking at you with a worried expression on her face the entire time as the joint between her fingers burned.

You continued still looking down at your hands; “I found him after practice in the parking lot with the other guys. I asked to talk to him. There I told him, that I liked him” you took another break and cleared your throat; “He called me trailer trash and that I was disgusting”

“Jesus Christ” Julia chimed in as she was now sitting with her elbows on her knees touching your shoulder.

“I punches him in the face” you continued and pulled your hoodie down; “Then he socked me”

Julia put her hand over her mouth; “Oh my god, he got you good”

“You should see his face” you said trying to make a joke of it, that seemed to fall of deaf ears as Julia was now touching your bruised cheek.

“I’m okay” you said and nodded “I’m sorry if I look scary”

“Dude” Julia took a deep breath and shook her head “ We should get Pope to beat his ass”

“You pinky promised, Julia”

“Yeah, I guess I did, but I feel this trumps pinky promises”

“I had it coming, I hit him first” you said looking away from Julia in order to hide the shame you felt for thinking that was a good idea in the first place. “He only hit you once?” Julia asked.

“Yeah. He hit me once and I went down” you lied, but knew if you told her the rest of it she would send Pope after him for sure or even worse, she would go over there herself and try to fight Brian. Thats the type of person Julia was. You couldn’t have that on your conscience. You made a mistake. One you would never make again.

“What a piece of shit” Julia said angrily and lit her joint again and took a puff passing it to you. The hot smoke burned your bruised face as you took a puff. It was better than any pain killer you could take right now and you thought maybe it would even help you sleep.

“I shouldn’t have trusted Keagan” you passed the joint back to Julia who took it between her fingers.

“I can kill Kegan for this” Julia said as you shook your head; “Just let it go. Lesson learned” you chimed in “I have taken worse beatings from my old man”

“You just gonna let them do this to you?”

“I hit first. I could have walked away. Just taken his insults and kept it pushing, I didnt Julia. I took my father’s approach to solving a disagreement. The better man won. End of story” you stood up and put the hoodie over your head again; “Sorry again for scaring you and bothering you with my stupid shit. Now let’s move on. I am gonna go make up the bed on the floor and go to sleep. Dont sit up too late” you smiled “I do not wanna find you sleeping out here again”

Julia tried to stop you from walking away as you hurried inside not looking behind you and keeping your head down until you reached Julia’s room.

Next morning you moved carefully around Julia taking your clothes with you to go have a shower. It was Sunday so you could have slept in, but you felt it better just to get sorted out and leave. Your dad might be back from his night shift and asking questions. It would be hard enough explaining this to him.

Standing under the lukewarm water you aimed the water in your face to wash off some of the crust that had collected around your bruised cheek. You still hadn´t gotten up the guts to look in the mirror. During the shower you practiced under your breath what to tell your dad.

“I fell off my bike” you said confidently to yourself. “Yes, I fell off my bike. I’m so clumsy. I’m such a dumbass, dad. You know me. Shit for brains like you always say. No, the bike is fine. It took the fall better than me.” you added on “my face took the fall”

“My face took the fall?” you repeated again, better not be short lipped around him unless you wanted another slap across the mouth. You would drop that part out: “I will take better care of my belongings in the future, sir”

Before you could repeat the last sentence again the door of the shower ripped open and there stood Andrew. It took you by a shock as you tried frantically to cover your private parts with your hands.

“Andrew!” you turned your front to the wall of the shower so he couldn’t see your breasts.

Andrew stood there watching your body for a moment studying the bruises that were spread over your back, arms and thighs. They were a violent blue color that leaned on purple.

You felt the heat and shame rise again as you put your head down clearing your throat and speaking softly; “If you could get me a towel. I will get out of the shower and you can have your turn. I’m sorry if I was in here too long. I’m leaving”

Andrew didn´t budge he just stood there, looking at your entire body, before he reached for your arm pulling at you to turn you around to face him. You didnt have the strength to fight him on this, but still kept your head down.

“I’m sorry” you repeated again hoping it would be enough to be excused as he positioned you while letting you hold your most sensitive areas with your hands to keep some modesty.

“Look at me” he ordered.

You took a small breath out; “Before I do that. I want you to know I had a horrible bike accident yesterday and my face is slightly fucked up. I mean more then it usually is” you poked fun at yourself in hopes it would lighten the situation. It didnt.

Andrew stood there with you glancing up at him; your cheek swollen, blue, with your eye now halfway shut due to the blow you suffered against your cheek.

You looked at him as you saw his whole face change from calm and collected to absolutely livid; “You fell off a bike?”

“Yes, high speed. I hit a small trash can I didnt see. I was high” you lied and nodded, praying it would stick.

“These grab marks on your arms. I guess the bike did that too or these bruises on your thighs” he continued looking down at the marks that were spread out.

“I..um, I am a horrible drug user. I fall, people help me up and I bruise so easily” you continued to lie and at one point it sounded convincing until he saw the boot print on the side of your stomach.

“Who did this?” Andrew asked calmly and waited for you to respond. You realized you had ran out of vices and was now struggling to find a way out that didn´t incriminate Brian and the guys he was with.

“Julia” you yelled out.

“She cant help you”

“I feel like she could” you said calmly and felt the cold creeping in from standing with the shower door open and water off. Andrew handed you a towel and you took it quickly out of his hands.

“Go on” he stepped to the side as you walked out of the shower. He didnt move from the door as you covered your body with the towel quickly. Wrapping yourself up and looking down at Andrew’s blue shirt.

“Who did this?” he asked in a calm way without pushing too hard this time.

“It doesn’t matter. It was an accident” you said clutching the towel to your chest.

“An accident involving leaving you with drag marks on your shoulders, hand prints on your arms, boot prints on your stomach and kick marks on your hips?”

“I’ll wear a helmet next time” you said trying to get passed him, but Andrew stood infront of you every inch of the way.

“Andrew please” you pleaded now, “You remember that time I taught you how to kiss when we where kids and you head butted me so hard I bled? I didn’t shame you for making mistakes. I showed you mercy. Please show me the same courtesy and let this go”

“This isn’t practicing french kissing. Someone beat you. I want names” Andrew said strictly. You shook your head and looked up at him: “I fell off a bike”

“No, you didnt”

“Yes, I did”

“No, you didn't” he assured and stepped closer to you while you took a small step back cornering yourself against the bathroom wall.

“I fell off my bike” you repeated realizing it was pointless when he raised his voice at you; “No, you fucking didn´t”

“We cant stand here all day, Andrew”

“We will if thats what it takes for you to tell me who did this to you”

You took a deep breath; as stubborn as you were Andrew was worse in that department. “Brian, Chris and Noah”

“They all did this?”

You nodded and looked up at him; “I need you to understand that it was my fault”

"3 guys beat you and its your fault?”

It was embarrassing enough standing here in a towel all bruised up and exposed to Andrew whom you saw as a trusted, respected friend and brother of Julia. You nodded and continued: “I need you to understand my level of stupidity here as a girl. I told Brian that I like him. I told him and then I punched him in the face”

Andrew looked confused; “You like Brian Loretta?” You nodded your head; “Horrible lapse of judgement fishing outside the communal pool. I know. It wont happen again”

“You think he´s too good for you?”

“I learned my lesson, can we please not do this, Andrew, please”

“Why would you hit him in the face in the first place?” Andrew continued and you sighed; “He told me I was trailer trash and disgusting”

“That made you snap? You’ve been called worse by those girls at school?” Andrew dug further like he knew there was more and there was. You shook your head and said quietly, feeling that lump in the throat grow: “He told me I was probably good enough to fuck, but that nobody could love me with a mother who died a whore”

You felt Andrew’s pity radiating from him as he put a hand on your shoulder gently. His hand was warm on your wet and slightly cold shoulder as you shook your head: “Its fine, I´m fine. It's okay. I have a mean right hook too” you said trying to play it off as a joke.

Andrew came closer and put his arms around you pulling you into him as you felt that familiar push of tears to your eyes and all of a sudden your entire body was shaking against him sobbing.

“I’m sorry” you cried trying to push him away “I’m ruining your shirt” you said. This was so embarrassing and pathetic you wanted to die. Andrew didn´t let go though and held you still against his body one hand on your spine and the other on the back of your head.

“You should have let me take a look at your face last night” Andrew whispered into the side of your head as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I did want to tell you”

“You should have! Will you let me take a look at you now?”

Moving into the kitchen you sat on one of the bar chairs as Andrew was tenderly putting on a pair of wound strips on the cut on your cheek to keep it healing properly. He had cleaned it before hand with an antiseptic and blew on it to make it dry faster. His hands sturdy on each side of your face not letting you look away as he did it.

Andrews hazel eyes glanced over your face darting between your eyes. The eye contact made you feel uncomfortable, but at the same time very vulnerable. It had been a while since someone had touched you in a tender way.

“Thank you” you whispered when he was throwing away the packaging of the strips he used and the gauze to clean the wound.

“You should let me look at your ribs too” he said looking over at you while you shook your head;“I don´t feel any pain breathing”

“I know you know how fractured ribs feel, but you could still have a fracture and not know it and that's dangerous” Andrew said giving you his hand as you took it.

You stood up from the bar chair as he took his fingers around the top of your towel letting you keep one end to cover your breasts and the front of your body while he unwrapped the other end.

Andrew guided your other arm over your head as he was holding the other end of the towel and putting his hand over the boot mark on your side and pushing into it. You winced and bit your tongue quickly as an immediate response to quiet yourself.

“It’s really badly bruised, maybe even sprained, but I can't feel any fractures” Andrew said now getting down on his knees in front of your hip and examining the kick marks; “This will heal, but you need pain meds to take the swelling down”

“Did they kick you while you where laying down?” he asked and you answered: “Does it matter?”

“Just asking” he responded calmly getting back up from the floor while letting you cover yourself with the other end of the towel.

“Come to my room. I’ll let you have some of my clothes yours must be dirty” as you agreed and walked with him to his room. A place that you had been just a handful of times. Andrew managed to find you a pair of shorts that he had grown out of and a large t-shirt. You took them and nodded your head before going over to his bed and turning your back to him to get dressed.

Dropping the towel you leaned down to put on the shorts, feeling Andrew’s eyes on you. He was observing how you were moving and how your hands were tying the short strings.

“Thank you for helping me” you looked over your shoulder as he nodded, finally looking away while you pulled the t-shirt over your head.

“I’ll drive you home” he answered and you took your things with you in a bag. Sitting in the car with Andrew you watched as his knuckles turned white holding the steering wheel and then released at a turn. The ride was quiet and you looked ahead at the road not saying much except for glancing at him from time to time.

“I’m picking you up for school tomorrow” he said breaking the silence in the car and you nodded in agreement. Andrew was known for caring for those he loved and you didn´t mind. It was a sense of kindness that you almost craved even if you didn't dare say it out loud.

Getting out of the car you took your things and tapped on the window frame; “Thank you”

“You're good” he said and put his sunglasses back on before driving off.

[carnivorousbites]

𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗

I’m going to make a fluffy little collection of dabbles centering around reader being neighbors with the Cody’s and the cute childhood crush that follows.

Nextdoor neighbor series

Fluff ☆ no TW. Pt 2

My brain is too small to figure out the age gaps between all the Cody kids so ages are vague.

Andrew Pope Cody who likes you the second he meets you. You’re both just kids at the time. He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets. Trailing after Baz and Julia who are lost in their own little world. Craig is somewhere running around yelling about how cool this new house is. Smurf’s heels click across the tile she adjusts her hold on Deran’s hand as he anxiously looks around. Pope can tell he wants to run off and join Craig but the idea of being in a new place has put him on edge.

Pope hates this. Hates that they’re moving again. Hates that Smurf is acting like nothing is wrong when it’s so clear that everything is going to shit. Julia’s laugh catches his attention causing his head to turn. The pit in his stomach grows as he sees Baz pulling away from her. He immediately looks for Smurf and lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes she’s in the house somewhere. A whispered secret shared between his twin and the boy he’s supposed to call his brother.

He can’t stand it anymore as he turns opening the sliding glass door stomping into the backyard. It’s mainly a stone patio with a big pool in the center there’s a tiny patch of grass near a dividing wall. As Pope stands there he looks at all the windows, doors, open paths leading to and from the backyard into the house. He feels like an animal under observation and he suddenly realizes why Smurf was so interested in this house. He’s staring into the still water of the pool his unblinking frowning reflection staring back at him.

He’s different he knows it. Smurf never fails to point it out. Even when she doesn’t outright say it he can see it in the way she treats him versus Baz. Craig and Deran are different. They’re younger, not quite old enough to really understand what’s going on. Not old enough to truly be useful to Smurf yet. But Baz is her special little boy. Smurf’s project that she finally was able to complete. Baz is everything he isn’t. Charming, outgoing, funny, normal. Baz may as well play the prince in Smurf’s fucked up fairytale. Meanwhile Andrew gets to play the executioner and he fucking hates it.

A rustling of the bushes, scraping of the stone wall, a tiny little huff of exertion pulls him into the present and his head snaps up. At first he doesn’t see anything out of place. But then small fingers grasp the top of the wall and suddenly pink cheeks, a smile with a missing tooth, big wide eyes are looking back at him. “Hi!” Your tiny excited voice reaches his ears. He knows he should say something back but he can’t and you don’t seem to mind as you continue to talk to him.

“Are you going to be my new neighbor?” A grunt is pulled from you as you try to haul yourself up further pulling yourself partway up on the wall. His words stick in his throat and he watches your expression turn to confusion at his lack of response. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Your voice is full of worry as you pause to look at him. You lift your hand to wave it at him which Pope already knows is a mistake and sure enough you slip. Your surprised yelp causes the corner of his mouth to twitch and he can’t stop the laugh from bubbling up in him.

“So you can hear me!” Your voice is full of accusation. Your brows furrowed your lips pressed into a thin frown. “It’s not nice to laugh.” You’ve dropped back behind the wall missing the way Pope is still staring the smile still on his face. You’re somewhere between Craig’s and Deran’s age but that doesn’t stop you from trying to get to know the older boy on the other side of the wall. You’re about to call to him again when the voice of a woman cuts you off. “Andrew where are you?” Smurf’s voice cuts through the air causing Pope to whip around.

His smile dropping immediately as she pulls the sliding glass door open. Her sharp eyes moving from Andrew to the now empty space on the wall. “There you are baby. How do you like the house?” She questions as she approaches him. With Deran’s no longer glued to her side she brings Pope into her side rubbing his arm as she looks from the yard to him. “‘S alright.” That’s all he manages to get out before there’s a crash and Deran’s wail rings out. Smurf lets out a sigh giving Andrew a small squeeze, which he knew ment it was time for them to go and round up everyone, before she stalked off.

Pope hesitated a moment his gaze flickering back to the wall a small sting of disappointment as it remained empty. He turns on his heel walking back across the patio to the kitchen. His hand wraps around the cool handle as he moves to close the door. “Bye bye Andy! I hope you move in soon!” His head snaps up to see your playful smile peeking back over the wall. You give him a final wave before disappearing. Pope feels his face flush at the nickname. Most kids think he’s strange and the majority of the nicknames he’s been given over the years haven’t been ones he’s fond of. But Andy is simple, familiar, casual.

Finally everyone is gathered up and walking down the driveway when he feels a hand on the nape of his neck. “Oh Andrew before I forget who was that in the backyard talking to you?” Smurf asks and while her tone is motherly it causes the hair on the back of Pope’s neck to stand on end. Pope is quick to shrug as he keeps his expression and voice flat despite the warmth bubbling in his chest. “Dunno just the neighbor girl.” The answer seems to satisfy Smurf as she lets go of him with a hum. He climbs into the car sliding into the back taking the window seat when normally he’d sit between Julia and Baz. He can’t help but glance out the window as the car peels away hoping to catch one more glimpse of his soon to be new neighbor.

[liminally-challenged]

What if you were a junior in high school and you mom DIED because you overdosed her on HEROIN and you had to move in with your grandmother SMURF and she was really weird about her sons and your uncle was a DICK and your uncle was a DICK and your uncle was a DICK and your other uncle was INCARCERATED but you were sleeping in his BED and then he's BACK but he has a STARING PROBLEM and now you're ROBBING PEOPLE

[yesimfinewhydoyouask]

thinking about how everyone hid their mourning julia behind closed doors. j never knew that andrew carried a photo of her with him and thought about her constantly. he never knew that a large part of his psychosis revolved around finding and protecting her. andrew never knew how much j missed his mom and resented her family for not doing more to help her

[ch3rry-van1lla]

Dennis: Uncle Colt, I need advice.

Colt: Lay it on me, Denny.

Dennis: So, I’m dating this guy, right? Well, he’s a twin.

Colt: Oh, sick! Are they like me and Ryland?

Dennis: ….no, his twin is dead.

Colt:

Colt: Not actually dead, right?

Dennis:

Dennis: her death date is today. What do I get him?