life support

…there’s one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered. One place and that’s the graveyard. People ask me all the time, what kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say, exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories. The stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition. People who fell in love and lost. I became an artist and thank god I did because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life.
—  Viola Davis

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“You could have come in a bit sooner, though!
                                                                                        “Well, I was enjoying it too much.”

LIFE SUPPORT// TWIN SERIES

Thanks to the anon who requested this, sorry for the wait! I hoe you will enjoy, I’m posting a longer one tonight! xx

Y/N knew she shouldn’t be here but she still was because she had no where to go, nothing else to do. It was incredibly late and they were probably asleep but what was she supposed to do? She couldn’t sleep on the floor, her body was weak, she was starving and exhausted for the 2 hours drive from Brighton to London. But it was 3:43 in the morning, would they even hear her knocking? She knew it was a lost cause but she had to try. She needed them. She needed him. She took in a shaky breath, fighting the tears pooling in her eyes before knocking on the door softly. Her bag was on the floor and she waited for about 5 minutes but there was still no sign of them. She knocked a bit louder, feeling bad for probably waking the whole floor up but no one in their flat seemed to be up.

She turned her to the wall and let herself slide down to the floor, her tears finally scrolling down. She couldn’t control her sobs. She jumped slightly as she heard some shuffling from the other side of the door and she flinched. Someone was up. She looked up as the door opened and her eyes felt on him. His eyes were half closed, his hair as messy as ever and the bags under his eyes were probably falling to the ground. And he stared down at her, blinking slightly to adjust to the light. It didn’t took long for him to register who it was and he hurried down to her. “Y/N? What’s going on?” Jack asked, concern quickly growing in his chest as he noticed how sad her eyes full of tears were and the bag at her feet. He helped her up and she immediately wrapped her arms around her twin brother, letting all of her emotions out. Jack was confused and worried but he stood there, holding her as tight as he could. Once she was done, she pulled away and met his eyes. “Let’s sit down and tell me what happened, okay?” Jack proposed and Y/N nodded, bending down to take her bag before walking further into the apartment. She stepped into the living room where Conor and Josh were gathered, arms crossed, waiting. She immediately went up to her older brother, Conor and hugged him before moving to hug her their roommate Josh. “What are you doing here?” Conor asked as he sat down on the couch. Jack walked up to them and sat next to her. “Um, I kind of..” She started, thinking about a way to explain what had happened. “Kind of what?” Josh wondered as they all watched her intensely, waiting for the explanation. “I don’t have any place to live anymore.” She blurred out, staring down to her lap. “What? How about James? Where is he anyway?” Jack rambled, anger growing in his veins. “He, um, kicked me out. We’re done.” Y/N admitted, the tears forming back in her eyes and Jack flinched. He was incredibly protective with his twin sister and he had warned him. But he fucked up and he would truly make him pay for that. “What do you mean?” Conor said, his voice growing in volume, the anger running through his veins as well. “That’s not it, and you have to promise me to stay calm?” She suggested, watching her brothers and they both exchanged a look. “Depends on what you’re about to say.” Jack said firmly and Y/N sighed. “Guys, please. I really need your support right now.” She said, her voice breaking as she thought about what she was about to say. Jack’s expression softened and he reached out for her hand as he noticed the tears falling back. “Okay, we will.” Her twin stated as he watched Conor who nodded at her. “He’s been abusing me. James has been abusing me.” Y/N managed to get out and all of the boys froze.

Jack got up, his hands on his head, trying to take in what she had just admitted. “For how long?” The ginger one spoke softly as he leaned in closer to her. “About 2 months. And tonight he kicked me out.” She said, her voice barely audible. “Oh my god, are you okay?” Conor walked up to her, checking down her body and face for any sign of pain. “M'fine. I just want to forget about it.” She spoke, shrugging her brother off. “What do you mean forget about it? I’m going to tear his head off, the bloody bastard!” Jack snapped, not caring about the fact that it was now 4 am and that people actually sleep at night. “You promised to stay calm!” Y/N snapped back at her brother.

They went on and on for a few minutes, snapping at each other because Jack was pissed and Y/N wanted to calm him down which she managed to do a bit later on. Josh and Conor were now back to bed and Y/N and Jack were in his room.

“I’ll go on the couch.” Jack said, smiling softly at his exhausted sister and he was about to turn off the light but her voice stopped him. “Jack?” She whispered, looking up to him. “Yeah?” He replied, his eyes falling back on her. And she didn’t have to say anything, he could read her like an open book. He felt his heart break as she started to cry again but a lot less than before. He lay down in the bed, opening his arms for her to hug him and she did, her head pressed against his chest. He was rubbing circles on her back to sooth her down. “I’m sorry.” She whispered and Jack frowned at the words. “What for?” He asked, confused. “For showing up at your door so late. For not telling you. For trusting him.” She explained, letting her eyes fall close. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Don’t apologize.” Jack admitted, kissing the top of her head. He cared about her so much. “Thank you for being my life support.” Y/N said softly and Jack felt his heart shrink because it meant so much to him. These kind of moments where their bond would grow stronger as they would both grow up together. She simply meant so much to him. “Always.” He whispered back and they both quickly feel asleep.

Who needs a stupid boy in their lives when they have family? Nothings can betray family, after all.

Because I don't think this opinion is put out there enough (but I know it exists)

- I’m a Christian woman and I support planned parenthood.
- I don’t think it’s anyone’s place to judge or choose what another person does with their own body (imagine the shoe on the other foot).
- I think clinics should be accessible to all because even if you don’t support planned parenthood, you know in the back of your mind that these men and women will seek out the solutions that they’re looking for elsewhere, and without clean clinics with certified physicians and healthcare staff, they will resort to potentially dangerous and unsafe conditions. The fact that some people, knowing this fact, still don’t care and put the unborn child first (no matter the health condition, grey areas, or stipulations) exemplify the shallowness of the “pro-life” side. If you’re pro-life, then care about the mother as well. If you’re pro-life, let your actions show that you care about the wellbeing of both mother and child, and not just until the child is born, but as the child grows and the mother has to alternate her life as she knew it for this child. “Pro-life” should extend past the pregnancy and birth.
- Rape is never the victim’s fault. PERIOD.

4

It was dark outside as the 67 Chevy Impala rolled down the highway your bothers in the front seats staring blankly put the windscreen. You had curled up across the back seat and while your eye were closed and your breathing was steady you were definitely not asleep. Dean sighed glancing in the rearview mirror at you. “She shouldn’t be in this mess” he mumbled. “You don’t think I don’t know that? 90% of the time she’s in danger it’s my fault” Sam snapped twisting round to look at you, your Y/H/C was tied up in a ponytail and you wore your usual hunting gear and a gun in your pocket. “No Sam, it’s not you, it’s the job” Dean huffed. “Although, you remember that time when she was a baby and you dropped her?” He asked and Sam grimaced. John, Dad, had be furious with Sam for it.
You were four years younger than Sam and eight years younger than Dean. Both were inexplicably protective over you. Everyone always seemed to be because you were the youngest and the only female Winchester left alive. But no one was as protective as your own dad. “Yeah, I remember a bit” Sam replied “do you remember when she brought her first boyfriend back from school?” Sam asked and Dean snorted “yeah, and I decked the guy?”
“She didn’t talk to you for like a week”
“Nah, she loves me really” Dean replied glancing back once more. “Oh, what about that time when she ran away from dad because he refused to tell her what we did, then we found her shakes up with a dude in motel?” Dean added. As you listened you grimaced, that had been one of the most awkward days of your life. “Yeah, how pissed was dad? Nearly stabbed the guy”
“Yeah… ” Sam grimaced at the memory. It has also been the night Sam left for Stamford.

There was a moment of silence and you shifted in your ‘sleep’. “What was she like when I left?” Sam asked in a low tone. While he had been back with you and Dean for a long time now he had never asked what you had been like during his time away. “Sam, it was a long time ago, don’t worry about it”
“Great, that means it was bad” he sighed
“She was… Y/N was a mess truthfully, Sammy. She ran away for a long time. Dad found her, dragged her back. She always liked you better” Dean sighed miserably.

“That’s not true” you said sitting up and leaned into the front of the car. “God, how much did you hear?” Sam asked and you shrugged
“Enough, but I can believe you think I would favour one of you over the other” you sighed.
“Do you?”
“No!” Your my older brothers, I love you both, idiots” you rolled your eyes and kissed their cheeks. Sam chuckled and Dean scrubbed his cheek. “Dude, gross” he complained and you laughed falling back in your seat.

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