#i'll break your hearts with a text post about rachel one of these days... it's been sitting in my notes app untouched for a month 👀

[coconut-dreamz]

you're losing me

'how long can we be a sad song' || tom blyth x reader

part two

a/n: i felt angsty and i love this song so i wanted to write something based off of it

you say, "i don't understand, " and i say, "i know you don't" we thought a cure would come through in time, now i fear it won't

the fights felt as if they were never ending lately. it hadn't always been this way, but that felt like a lifetime ago. the problems had started when tom began filming for tbosas but they had ceased when filming for it wrapped. but your relationship wasn't the same as it was before. now it was time for promotions and the fights had started up once again.

"i don't understand! why do we keep having to have this fight over and over again!" tom shouted. you scoff in disbelief at his outburst. he didn't know why you felt so insecure and jealous? it wasn't like you had told him at least a dozen times before.

"you know what, just go on your tour alone. i don't want to ruin it with our fighting." you resign, taking your already packed suitcase back into the apartment, away from the door. "you should go, the cab's waiting." you tell him quietly, unable to look up from the ground.

he just sighs, "alright, i'll see you in a few weeks." staring at you, waiting for you to look up at him. " have a safe flight," you look up at him, but refuse to meet his eyes. he just thanks you and heads out the door.

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

you sat in the dark room of your shared apartment with tom. you had picked it because of the view of the city lights, but now it just felt cold and desolate, like nobody lived here. in all honesty, it hadn't been lived in for awhile. with tom gone for movie promotions, you hadn't been able to be here alone, opting to stay with a friend instead.

you don't know where to go from here. should you salvage what remained of your relationship with tom? or should you scrap everything and start new?

the latter choice had been seeming more and more appealing as of late. you hadn't heard from tom in days. at first you chalked it up to him being busy and the time difference, but you saw he posted a new croissant review and realized he was ignoring you. where had it all gone wrong?

i'm getting tired even for a phoenix always risin' from the ashes mendin' all her gashes you might just have dealt the final blow

you had made the mistake of watching one of tom's latest interviews with his costar rachel. you watched it because you'd missed him, but now that you'd watched it, you wished you just stayed missing him. you didn't miss the way they looked at each other. it'd been so long since you'd looked at each other like that. your eyes were always filled with rage or tears whenever you saw him lately.

you were just so tired of it all. you contemplated texting him and breaking things off. it'd be a whole lot easier that way. maybe the weight on your chest would be lifted. but a part of you didn't want to let go of him. he'd been your everything once.

stop, you're losin' me i can't find a pulse my heart won't start anymore for you 'cause you're losin' me

"how are you baby?" tom asks, his voice cutting through the silence, breaking you out of your reverie. he managed to find some time to call you while on his press tour. "huh? oh, i'm fine. how are you? how's press tour going?" you ask absentmindedly, hearing you ask about tour sparked a light in tom's eyes. he started rambling about the antics he and his cast mates had been up to.

you smiled fondly hearing him talk, until he mentioned rachel. she'd been a sore spot in your relationship lately. the mere mention of her name left a sour taste in your mouth. the grin on your face immediately swept off.

"it's getting late, i think i'm gonna go to bed. i hope the rest of your tour goes well," you fake a smile, trying to hurry to end the facetime call. "oh, i guess it is late over there. i love you, sleep well.” he bids you a goodnight. "love you," you reply and end the call. you bury yourself in your blankets, tired of the emotional turmoil that was caused by your relationship lately.

every mornin', i glared at you with storms in my eyes how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

you'd lost the glow your skin once had. it'd became increasingly noticeable to those around you. your makeup artist had to try harder to make it less noticeable on red carpets and photo shoots. but it was all in vain, everyone noticed how you'd looked sickly lately, everyone but tom.

or, if he did, he didn't mention anything about it. "you look great." he complimented as you two climbed into the car that was to take you to the premiere of his film. it had taken your makeup artist a lot longer than usual to do your makeup, having to cover up the blemishes and gray tone of your skin from the lack of care you'd given yourself lately. you’d been opting to lay around in bed, moping.

"thanks," you mutter as the car begins to move. you picked at your nails, something you'd picked up lately to help deal with your nerves. you no longer could have any type of nails, you'd bit them down to nubs lately. but tom didn't seem to have noticed. he didn't seem to notice anything about you lately.

and the air is thick with loss and indecision i know my pain is such an imposition now, you're runnin' down the hallway and you know what they all say you don't know what you got until it's gone

"stop! where are you going?" shit. you stop dead in your tracks, tom was home early for once. you'd thought he wouldn't back for another day or two. "did you hear me?" he makes his way in front of you. you try avoiding his gaze, but it was difficult when his icy blue eyes stared into your soul.

you tried to formulate the words to tell him it was over. "i'm leaving." you finally managed to say. his concerned eyes turn frantic at your words. "what?" he whispers out, grabbing your hand. "you're leaving? why?" you take a breath, you tried leaving when he was gone because you couldn't face him. "things haven't been the same lately. i think we need a break. i'm going to stay with a friend. i'll come back for the rest of my things later. i think it's best if we don't talk for awhile." you manage out, finally meeting his eyes.

what a mistake. his previously concerned eyes were now filled with sadness. you tried moving past him to your car. he grabs your hand one more time, "can you at least tell me what's wrong?" you sigh hearing this, "i think you know why, tom." is all you answer, dragging your suitcase behind you.

how long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier fighting in only your army frontlines , don't you ignore me

it'd been a few weeks since you'd moved out of your shared apartment with tom. you felt relieved when you had finally walked out of the apartment. it had been feeling less like a home and more like a prison lately. you felt stuck in time in there. everyone around you was moving forward their lives, your friends, family and especially tom, but there you were. stuck waiting around for tom to give you the time of day.

you'd spend too long waiting around for your relationship to go back to how it once was. you'd given that relationship your all but got the bare minimum back in return. you should've called time of death on it months ago, but a big part of you wasn't ready to let go. you had spent your best years with him after all.

and i wouldn't marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her

you and tom used to talk about the future all the time. laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling and giggling about your thoughts on what the future had in store. you told him about your dream wedding and he told you about how he wanted a cozy home with a big yard for your future children.

but that seemed so far in the past. you suppose he changed his mind. who'd want to marry a person who'd give every piece of themselves for someone who won't even bat an eye at them? you'd given him your all in the last year of your relationship, but had gotten nothing in return. all in an attempt to bring back what you both once had.

and i'm fadin', thinkin' "do something, babe, say something" "lose something, babe, risk something" "choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe unless you're choosin' me"

you laid in the makeshift bed of your friend’s studio apartment waiting for tom to reach out. you were aware of what you had told him, but you wanted to see if he truly did care about your relationship.

it hurt to see him happy on set of billy the kid. you followed his castmates and it hurt to see the snippets of him on their stories. he looked so happy and carefree. the exact opposite of how you were feeling and probably looked.

you hoped he was just respecting your wishes of having no contact for a few weeks, but the small voice in the back of your mind was screaming that he didn't care. that he was happier without you, that he was better off now that you were gone.

you're losin' me stop, you're losin' me stop, you're losin' me i can't find a pulse my heart won't start anymore

a constant buzzing woke you up from your deep sleep. you blindly search for your phone. when you find it, the clock shows that it's exactly 12 in the morning. you hit answer without looking at the contact. "hello?" you answer, your voice raspy from lack of use.

"love? it's me, tom. it's been exactly 6 weeks like you said. can we finally talk?"

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #coriolanus x reader #tom blyth angst

[seoschangbin]

hehe totally understandable!!! also i forgot to compliment your mobile header!!! its super nice and pretty😊💞man i'll be wishing you best rachel n will be hoping those marks are better than you expect!😭💞and thank you! only got one more final left!!! luckily yes i enjoy my major, it's doable!!! omggg microbiology and immunology!!! Respect😤💞i have a cousin who majors in micro bio too so i know how tough it can be! so always wishing you the best with it😚do you enjoy your major? :0 -🎁💫

omg thank you msdjgsdkg things i do to avoid studying haha sorry for my late reply btw!! 😭 aah no hopes for those marks just want to not think about it 😩✋ you finished tuesday right! how was the last one! are you graduating soon? :O i enjoy parts of my major!! some parts i could do without (@biochem. Die) 

also i saw your final moodboard n recent text post ; ^ ; i hope you're doing well and that tomorrow is kinder to you!!! i'm cheering you on and sending you positive thoughts🙇🏻‍♀️💓and goodness that just makes the intros a lil more special then!💞oh you're right! :0 i remember seeing that interview!!! i hope felix can indulge in more song writing since he clearly seems to have a passion for it!💞gremlin rap i djsakjslka😭n oh gosh voices is so!!! beautiful n so emotional🥺-🎁💫

my final tomorrow morning.. prayer time... looked my prof in the eye as i left and i felt kinda like 😒 but thank u for your kind thoughts!! me too!! i feel like he wrote his own lyrics for the song they did on immortal songs and 😯 felix bls write more rap lyrics hehe .. i said what i said! he’s Gremlin! + i agree.. voices (also hellevator) always makes my heart hurt 😩

side effects!!!!! nice to know you're a cultured stay😎i loveeee side effects!!! i'm gonna have to say miroh is my favorite title tho bc it was their first title i listened to so i'm gonna remain sentimental about it for a while! even tho i reallyyyy love levanter🥺💓i feel like binnie would pull off plat blonde... but true who knows😣and wow we got even More changbin selfies yesterday... hes really blessing us huh🥺the binnie drought... she improving!!! oh and the group before was got7! -🎁💫

njasdg i love side effects.. the choreo... i’m always 😭 omg that’s fair!! i love miroh too it’s what brought me back into skz after a while so i’m always like ~hype~ about it too 😌 binnie drought back again.. winning 1st for levanter and bin only posting a hyunjin pic.. ok changbin.. i see how it is.... 

oh interesting got7!!!! hehe i had a phase w got7 too they’re lovely 😖

from all the things i've seen skz really are such sweeties🥺i'm SO slow tho i really gotta start watching more of their variety omg... tired of being a fake stay😔i watched that video the other day n i swear the transition to changbin getting his punishment sent me😭this may be too much wishful thinking but i am desperately wishing when they go to LA they can go to buzzfeed n see some pups or kittens🥺oct 2017!!! truly an og stay pls thats so cute😭💕happy late anniversary! -🎁💫

they really just are the biggest sweeties :( me watching their vlives just 😭 don’t be sweet i’ll.. i’ll fall in love with u boys stop that... if you haven’t already you should watch their reality show finding skz!! they’re so funny 😞 omg i would DIE for a buzzfeed interview now i want that too 😭the monsta x puppies one was so cute bls skz.. bls do one.. also thank u!! i’m ancient 🤦‍♀️

binnie's rap truly takes me out all the time... the talent inside this little man i just😳😳😳when i first saw the matroshyka perf i was!!!!! mind blown omg. i've always loved rappers in groups but changbin really won😭and ofc! take time with your list n do it only if you want!!!😊felix and hyunjin as wreckers!!! so cute i totally get it hehe since truthfully ot9 always gets to me! -🎁💫

omg “this little man” msdgj it’s true .. i always think abt how felix was like “yeah when i heard changbin say maaaatroshyka on the survival show i knew we won” like bro. ur right.. me too! changbin 🤝 changkyun best rappers. nd ur right! i rly cycle so much through ot9 wooj was rly climbing to the top and then the News 😫

so cheesy but when i heard channie singing to tenerife sea i just Knew he was the one🥺🤲🏼and when i saw a video of him just being his sweetie self in chan's room n talking about how we can always come to him n skz!!! i just admire his sweetness so much, idk he just inspires me a ton!💞hehe do you think chan is my only bias though? i'm not sure if its obvious, i feel like it is, but i'm double biased!!!😎💞even tho all of my friends say i should just claim to be ot9 biased🙇🏻‍♀️-🎁💫

omg cute!!! he rly is the sweetest boy :( his recent-ish live w felix sent me they’re just so pure nd just the goodest boys 😔💕 omg! double biased!! who’s the other! :O ot9 bias goes too hehe 

also hope you're doing well rachel!!! i'm doing okay🤗💞don't apologize for the late reply bc i totally understand! please take your time, its all good!💞💕(also dont mind the paragraphs at all! i send bunches too! its nice talking to you🥰💞)-🎁💫

me and chronic lateness.. terrible smh! but i guess you’d be on break now, do you have any fun plans? 😊

#🎁💫 #anonymous #ask

[sapphicscholar]

maybe maggie running into an abusive ex and alex picking up that something is wrong, then when they get home maggie breaks down and tells her about it? I just left an emotionally and sexually abusive gf and it would help so much to see alex help her coz I often feel like i'll never find anyone better. thank you so much

Thank you for your message, and I hope this chapter helps. It takes so much strength to be able to leave those relationships, and I’m so proud of you (and I believe that you will absolutely find someone better, someone who treats you will all of the love and respect and kindness you deserve). 

If you want to read this off of Tumblr, it’s posted on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10724550/chapters/26577579 .

I combined this prompt with another similar one because, while both are important, I didn’t want to stay in that particular headspace too long. There are resources below. If this isn’t a chapter you can read, I completely understand, but I did want to include it, since things like non-physical abuse and LGBTQ-specific relationship violence are things we so rarely talk about. TW for discussions of past abuse (from a homophobic family and an intimate partner), allusions to internalized victim blaming, and someone being triggered during sex. There are no descriptions of graphic physical violence, as that’s not something I feel comfortable writing.

Prompt 1: maybe maggie running into an abusive ex and alex picking up that something is wrong, then when they get home maggie breaks down and tells her about it? I just left an emotionally and sexually abusive gf and it would help so much to see alex help her coz I often feel like i’ll never find anyone better. thank you so much

Prompt 2: can you please have alex and maggie start to have sex but maggie has flashbacks to something bad that happened and they have to stop? I always thought maggie wouldve experienced sexual harassment/violence as a lesbian (the ‘declaration of war’ fic on ao3 was amazing if you haven’t read it). I still deal with this, so please can maggie freeze/cry during sex, not wanting to tell alex what happened, then alex coaxing it out of her and taking care of her. it would mean so much to me, thank you

A/N: The number for the National (US) Domestic Violence Hotline is 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224. Their website is http://www.thehotline.org/ and it includes live chat options as well as articles about what relationship abuse can look like, what to do, how to heal, etc., including a whole section on LGBTQ abuse (http://www.thehotline.org/is-this-abuse/lgbt-abuse/).  Here’s another website with a list of global resources about domestic violence and abuse: https://www.domesticshelters.org/national-global and another international list that is still being built up (so if you have info for your own home country and feel safe contributing, feel free to do so), but it has hotlines listed: https://www.7cups.com/forum/DomesticAbuseSupportCommunity_121/DomesticAbuseResourcesandMedia_1045/ListofInternationalDomesticAbuseHotlinesContribute_65972/

Chapter Text: 

“Maggie?” a woman called out as Maggie and Alex walked past her on the street. “Is that you?”

Alex felt Maggie freeze, saw the way her whole body seemed to tense before she pulled Alex along.

“Maggie!” the woman yelled again.

Finally Maggie spun around. “Rachel,” she greeted, a forced smile on her face. “You’re in town?” Alex’s brow furrowed at the uncharacteristically gruff greeting. No, “How are you?” or “It’s been too long!” regardless of how fake both of the sentiments could be.

“I am. My wife is speaking at a conference here this week. Could’ve been you,” she laughed, though Maggie barely managed a smile. “But anyway, do you live here now?”

Maggie just shrugged. “I move a lot with work. Who knows where it’ll take me?” Alex stayed silent, but she wanted to ask why the lying, why the evasive non-answers to a pretty innocuous question. But she’d been undercover and on enough missions where details were unsure to know this type of vibe, to understand when something wasn’t right, and she knew better than to call attention to it at the time.

“Never were one for stability,” Rachel mused.

“Mm, yep. Anyway, well, have a safe trip here.”

“Are you going to introduce me to your…date?” Rachel asked, stepping closer before Maggie could spin them off in the other direction.

“Oh, this is Ashley,” Maggie mumbled. “Ashley, this is Rachel, my ex.”

Alex narrowed her eyes as she reached out to take Rachel’s hand, making a note to ask why Maggie had used her undercover name from the night they infiltrated another one of Roulette’s events together.

They exchanged vague pleasantries before Maggie pulled Alex along, walking briskly back to Alex’s apartment by way of backstreets and detours. Maggie was uncharacteristically quiet, and Alex still felt off, like there was something very wrong that she was missing, but she didn’t want to bring it up until the tension had eased from Maggie’s shoulders, until the tightness to her grip and the clench of her jaw had loosened.

When they got back into the apartment, Alex moved to put on water for tea, knowing that so often it helped Maggie to relax after stressful days. Still, something felt different. As tense as Maggie had been after running into Emily, this ex had been different, there had been something more to the story, something that led Maggie to lie and evade questions, to freeze up and move to run.

When she made it back to the couch, Maggie was still sitting exactly where she had left her—boots still laced up, coat on, phone and keys in hand. Of course, to Maggie, a whole lifetime could have gone by. But it wasn’t until she felt Alex’s hand, soft, just barely brushing against hers, that Maggie startled, pulling herself back into the present.

“Hey, I made tea. Are you okay?” Alex asked, her voice gentle, soothing, but still not quite enough.

“Thanks,” Maggie mumbled, placing her keys and phone down on the ottoman before finally leaning over to unlace her boots.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” Alex asked again, not wanting to assume. She’d seen Maggie like this a few times before—days after she’d worked particularly challenging cases, ones that dealt with kids and trafficking victims and crimes that should never have been conceived of, let alone carried out.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re fine,” Maggie nodded, letting herself remember that Alex asked, Alex always asked. Alex cared about her, trusted her, believed her. Alex wasn’t Rachel. And suddenly she desperately needed to remind herself of that, needed to see and feel all of the ways that Alex was different, all of the ways that Alex would never treat her the way Rachel had. So she was throwing off her jacket and leaning into Alex, letting herself focus on the taste of jasmine tea and just a hint of the spearmint gum Alex had been chewing—nothing like the cigarette smoke that too often curled its way from Rachel’s mouth into hers, seeping its way into her clothes, into her home.

“You sure?” There was something almost forced about this, desperate but not in the good way.

“Yeah,” Maggie insisted, straddling Alex’s lap. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex confirmed, though something still felt wrong, like Maggie was trying to prove something to her. But then Maggie’s fingers were firm against her, holding her tight as she kissed her hard—bruisingly hard. So Alex wrapped her own arms tight around Maggie in turn, pulling her close and moving to flip them down so they were lying on the couch.

At the hard touch, at the movements that felt too much like an attempt to wrest control away from her, Maggie froze before pushing Alex hard, clambering back and putting several feet of distance between them. Her heart beat too fast, and it felt like her lungs couldn’t get enough air. Part of her wanted to run, but her legs felt heavy as lead, and, god, she knew this was wrong, knew it was Alex sitting in front of her, Alex looking at her with fear and care etched in her features, but she couldn’t get herself to focus on that fact, couldn’t help the way her mind swam with details from the past wrenched back into the present.

“Maggie,” Alex breathed out, her voice tight with worry. “Are you…what can I do? Can I help you?”

Maggie shook her head, forcing herself to reply. Alex hadn’t done anything wrong; she was doing something wrong by worrying her, by forcing herself on Alex, then pulling away. “It’s fine. Sorry. We can, yeah, we can, uh, go back.”

“No, Maggie, no,” Alex shook her head. “You—it’s not just you, I don’t—please?” She felt bad, felt guilty for not being able to find the words, for feeling like maybe she understood but knew she was missing something. “I shouldn’t have kissed you when you were like that. I’m sorry.”

“I wanted to kiss you,” Maggie insisted. “You didn’t, no, you didn’t force yourself on me. You’re always so good about asking and checking, even when you know the answer is yes.” She paused; this wasn’t how she wanted this to go—hell, she’d never wanted to have to deal with this again in the first place. “I just…” she trailed off, trying to find the words for something she’d barely even let herself process. But then she felt the familiar tingle at the back of her throat, the burn as she tried to blink back tears she didn’t want to fall.

Alex’s arms were suddenly reaching out, slow and tentative. “Can I hold you?”

Maggie nodded, letting herself be held, letting herself be pulled into Alex’s lap and cradled against her chest, letting herself be wrapped in the soft fleece blanket they kept draped across the back of the couch for movie nights. And she cried—cried in a way she rarely allowed herself to cry, rarely wanted to cry.

Alex didn’t ask for an explanation, didn’t ask Maggie to tell her why she’d been defensive around Rachel, why she’d thrown herself at Alex, why she’d broken so soon after. She just sat, holding Maggie to her chest, offering her tissues she could just barely reach behind them, brushing the hair back away from her eyes and face, offering her tea when her ragged breathing finally began to slow, gave her a hand to hold on to as she finally began talking.

“Rachel, um, she was an ex. You know that. But she, uh, our relationship—it wasn’t, it wasn’t healthy.” Maggie tried to give herself permission to say the words, but somehow it still felt like betraying Rachel’s confidence, like she was the one somehow doing harm. She tried to listen to the words of the therapist she’d seen for a few weeks before deciding it wasn’t for her, tried to remember the woman’s soothing reassurances that she had every right to name the abuse for what it was, that those feelings of guilt were feelings that Rachel had tried to instill in her, to keep her with her, to keep her from saying something. “It was abusive,” Maggie finally blurted out. Seeing the look of shock then anger pass across Alex’s face, she quickly tried to mitigate the claim: “It wasn’t physical. I mean, she didn’t, like, hit me or anything. And it wasn’t…I don’t know, it wasn’t rape. It was just, you know, the assumption that if I was hers…there were certain things you just did in a relationship,” Maggie shrugged.

But the look of anger on Alex’s face didn’t lessen at Maggie’s clarifications, didn’t fade at her explanations. It faded only when she turned to look Maggie in the eyes, her expression turning to one of nothing but love and care—though a love and care that burned with a protective streak a mile wide. “Maggie,” Alex began, her voice quiet but assertive. “You don’t owe anyone anything. You owe me nothing but what we have decided together, and those things are still negotiable, they’re things we choose together, day in and day out. You owed her nothing. And, I don’t know, I’m sorry if these are things I shouldn’t be saying. I don’t know. I just, I don’t like hearing you act like something was your fault. Because I get that, god, I fucking get it. But with you, I can see how much you don’t deserve that blame. No one deserves that blame.”

Maggie dropped her head into the crook of Alex’s shoulder and neck. She knew that with anyone else she would have yelled or scoffed at this point, told them they didn’t understand. Of course, she hadn’t exactly told other people, but she suspected as much. But with Alex—Alex, who was almost too earnest for her own good—she let herself believe it, let herself feel like she deserved someone like Alex, someone who treated her better, someone who respected her, someone who believed her. And she knew that doubt would return, but she also trusted Alex to be there with her through it, to hold her hand and kiss her softly and promise that they could work anything out together.

“Do you want to talk any more about her? About what happened?” Alex asked. “I can heat up the tea.”

Maggie shook her head no at first, though she still let Alex get up and heat up the tea. But when Alex came back carrying a tray, she began talking, suspecting that if she didn’t get at least some of it out now, she never would. “She just, at first it seemed sweet. Like, she was really protective of me. And after everything with my family, it was…nice. It was nice to have someone who cared that much. And she would get a little jealous, but, I don’t know, we’re supposed to find that endearing, like it’s some sign that someone likes you enough. But then she would get mad at me if my classes ran late or if she saw me meeting with my friends without her around. I don’t know. It just kept getting worse, like, nothing I did was enough to show her that I loved her. And when we finally broke up, she kept telling me that I wouldn’t find someone new or anyone who loved me like she did. And, I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid, but I believed her. I believed her for so fucking long. And sometimes I still worry that one day you’re going to realize I’m not as great as you thought, that you could do so much better.”

Biting back all of the rage she felt for this woman who had dared to make Maggie believe those things about herself, who had dared to hurt the woman she loved like that, Alex held her closer. “I promise, you are worthy of everything, Maggie. You deserve the world and all of the happiness and good things in it. And I know I’m not perfect, and hell, a lot of times I think that you probably deserve better than a thirty-year-old who just pulled herself out of the closet and is still trying to figure out so many things. But I know I want to fight for you. And I know you make me want to be a better person, to be good for you. Because you’re wonderful, Maggie, and all of that shit—you didn’t deserve any of that. And I can only imagine how strong you had to be to pull yourself out afterward. But I also want you to know that I’m here for you. You always tell me that there’s strength in asking for help, or asking you to be there for me no matter how much I think I can or should do it on my own. And I can do that for you too, Mags. I promise. Anytime. And if I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me. I want to know. Because I love you. I love you so much, Maggie Sawyer.”

“I love you too,” Maggie whispered. And she knew there was more to say, more to process, but for now, she just let herself be held, let herself be lulled to sleep as Alex whispered promises to her about their future, about healing, about growing together. And for now, she let that be enough.

#sanvers #alex x maggie #tw relationship abuse #tw domestic violence #trauma #healing #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #fanfic #prompt fill #ao3feed #supergirl