#jealous!maggie

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Alex is out with some friends when some creepy guy starts hitting on her so she just grabs whoever is closest and says that they are her boyfriend/ girlfriend to get the creep to go away but has to kiss them for extra measures, could be a surprised Maggie who she is "only friends with" or someone else who makes Maggie jealous even though they are... you know.. "only friends"

Lucy’s closer to her. 

Physically, anyway.

Maggie is on the other side of the table – though her body is stiff and she’s more than ready to step in.

But Lucy’s closer to her and J’onn will put her on probation if she breaks someone else’s nose, so instead of decking the frat boy with alcohol on his breath and sex on his mind, Alex tosses her arm around Lucy and tells the guy she’s taken.

Lucy catches on immediately, nodding and slipping her arm around Maggie’s waist.

The gesture looks too familiar, too intimate, and Maggie is bristling, now, for an entirely different reason than she was a moment ago.

She and Alex are just friends – hell, Alex and Lucy are just friends – but Maggie can’t take her eyes off the way their arms are wrapped around each other, the way Lucy looks protective, the way she stopped into the bar to meet them before changing out of the military uniform that is so much more intimidating-looking than the lowly detective shield on Maggie’s belt.

“Nah, you two are just friends, I didn’t see you doing any couple-y things bef – “

But then Maggie’s stomach is sinking and her brain is exploding, because Lucy is turning Alex’s face to hers, and she’s closing her eyes and she’s parting her lips and Alex is kissing her back and Maggie doesn’t know if she never wants to stop watching or if she wants to run out the door and never look back.

She settles for stepping around the table, putting her body between the gaping guy and the woman who’s supposed to be her best friend.

The woman who – she can’t deny it anymore, not now, not the way her stomach is churning and her eyes are burning to see her kiss another girl who’s just a friend, just a friend, just doing her a favor, just a friend, but god are they using tongue? – she can’t deny anymore than she’s solidly in love with.

She puts her body between Alex’s and the guy’s, and she stares coolly up into his face and she decides that if she has to take her anger out on someone, he’ll do just fine.

“Lady’s clearly not interested, man – move along.”

She fingers her badge and he practically snarls, but he obeys.

Maggie’s eyes close and she savors the moment before she has to turn around and watch the aftermath of… whatever just happened between Alex and Lucy.

“You defended me,” Alex’s voice jolts through her spine, and Maggie almost jumps.

“Lucy seemed to have it under control. I was just insurance,” Maggie shrugs, and she wavers, unable to decide whether to sit back down or to plead some excuse and leave to hit up the gym, to cry alone in her bed. To scream into her pillow and to bathe in her own pain.

Lucy and Alex exchange a glance, and Alex reaches for Maggie’s hand. 

Maggie pulls back.

“Mags, you… are you okay? Did that guy hurt you? Did – “

“Well you wouldn’t know, would you, you were too busy making out with someone who’s just supposed to be your friend.”

“Maggie, what – “

“Sawyer, listen – “

“No, it’s whatever, Danvers, I didn’t mean… you know what, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry, obviously you can kiss whoever the hell you want to, and you know I love you, Lucy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean – “

“What did you mean then, Maggie?”

Alex is standing, now, hand still extended, still reaching for Maggie’s, and Lucy watches them with a small smile on her face.

“I’m gonna… go find my own date,” she murmurs, knowing full well that neither Alex nor Maggie fully registers her words, and not minding in the slightest.

“Maggie, what did you mean?” Alex wants to know, because Maggie is still just staring at her.

Staring at her like she’s wavering on a precipice, and Alex is the wind.

But Alex is also the parachute, the protection from the fall.

“I meant it should’ve been me, Danvers. Because I… I want to be the one you kiss, and not just because some guy’s hitting on you. I… I wanna kiss you, Alex. I wanna do so much more than kiss you.”

It takes Alex so long to respond that Maggie almost goes into her bag for an anti-anxiety pill.

It takes Alex so long to respond that Maggie can hear her own heart beating, her own blood pounding through her veins.

Her own fate being decided by this woman, this incredible fucking woman.

“Then kiss me,” is what Alex ends up whispering, and when Maggie does – god, god, when Maggie does – Lucy whoops loudly from across the bar, and tells anyone who will listen, and even the people who won’t, that those are her girls, her friends, she got them together, she did it, she gets all the credit, she knew it all along, and aren’t they just the cutest?

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PROMPT--- for the crossover, Alex spars Sara Lance and Maggie finds herself getting jealous

Thanks for the prompt!

Maggie walked over to the center of the spacious room. She’dfinished helping the others prepare their arsenal of weapons, and now shewanted to find Alex. Maybe they could eat lunch together. If she was going toget killed by some evil aliens in an alternate universe then she might as wellspend as much time with her friend as possible.

Supergirl had asked for Alex’s help when this guy who callshimself the Flash had shown up in Kara’s apartment and told her of the diresituation on Earth 1. Maggie had been with Alex at the time, and had insistedon coming to help too. Something in her gut told her not to let Alex go intothis fight alone.

True, she would have Supergirl, who Maggie was stillpretending wasn’t Alex’s sister because clearly Alex wasn’t ready to tell her.And true, Alex could take care of herself. But the thought of anythinghappening to Alex made bile churn in Maggie’s stomach. So she had convinced thesisters to let her come and help.

Maggie had accepted aliens and other worlds and galaxiesyears ago. Now she was working on wrapping her head around the idea of multipleuniverses. She still was a little in awe of it, and not quite sure if shebelieved it despite the fact that she was living through the reality of it.

But all thoughts of the multiverse dropped from her mindwhen she approached Alex. Or rather Alex and Sara. Alex was in her workoutgear, tight black leggings, and a loose fitting blue racerback tank top. Saraalso wore leggings, but she had forgone a shirt in favor of a sports bra. Herchiseled abs flexed and contracted as she dodged and threw blows at Alex. Bothwomen were dripping sweat from the exertion, and Maggie found her eyes drawn tothe fluid and confident way Alex’s body moved. Combat was Alex’s domain and itshowed.

But Maggie picked up on something else, a hint of aflirtation in the way the two sparred. The way they moved, it almost seemedmore like a dance than a fight. There was something sensual about theirmovements. Maggie tried to convince herself she was making things up, seeingthings that weren’t there. But then Sara winked at Alex, and Alex laughed asshe dodged a blow to her ribs.

Maggie suddenly found herself calling out to both women,decidedly interrupting them. Alex practically jumped out of her skin at thesound of Maggie’s voice. But Sara just turned in curiosity. Alex nervouslyapproached Maggie while Sara went to get some water.

“She’s incredible, isn’t she?” Alex couldn’t help but gush.But there was a guilty gleam in her eye, and Maggie wasn’t sure what put itthere. Perhaps Alex felt bad for talking about her impressions of Sara withMaggie, who just a few weeks ago Alex admitted her feelings for. Maggie wouldunderstand where that came from. But she should assure Alex everything wasalright between them, right? After all she was the one who had insisted theystay just friends.

So Maggie swallowed hard and put on her best smile, thoughit felt plastic. She nodded as she looked at Alex and said, “Yeah. Yeah, she’sgreat.”

Alex dropped her voice to a hushed whisper and shrugged withan anxious but happy grin as she spoke, “She’s into women too. She’s bi. Andshe asked me for drinks tonight.”

Maggie felt like she’d been punched in the gut. She turnedher gaze to Sara who looked over feeling eyes on her. The woman narrowed hereyes at Maggie in affronted confusion, and that’s when Maggie realized she wasglaring. She quickly looked away, but she didn’t miss out of the corner of hereye how Sara waved at Alex with a little smirk on her face.

Maggie stared at her shoes for a second but she turnedanother plastic smile to Alex who was looking at her with concern and said, “That’sgreat Danvers. You should go, and have fun.”

Alex gave her another nervous smile before telling Maggieshe had, in fact, accepted Sara’s invitation. Maggie nodded and swallowed theacid in her throat. “Good.” She began to walk away, heading back over to theothers, claiming she needed to help with something, trying not to cry andforcing herself to remember with all her might that Alex was just her friend.

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I need a fanfic of Maggie being crazy jealous of Alex and Supergirl's close relationship. Set before Maggie and Alex get together. Alex and Kara are completely oblivious to how they appear to people who don't know them. With Kara in the beginning stages of 'I have a crush on this person' with Lena. Maggie holds her tongue though on her jealousy, because she doesn't get to be jealous because it's all her fault anyway and now she has to live with that decision. I'm currently trying to write this, but I'm not a writer and I don't think it's gonna come out the way I want it to even though I'm the one writing it. So if someone could write it for me or link me to one that already been written that would be great. Preferable this story would be more than 4K words long. TL;DR I need jealous Maggie and oblivious Alex and Kara/Supergirl fanfics.

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Pre-Sanvers: Maggie Walks in on Alex with Another Woman

It had been hard. 

The whole being friends thing.

Hard because Alex’s eyes were stone when they weren’t flickering down to Maggie’s lips, and hard because it kept tearing open Maggie’s heart that Alex didn’t realize that of course she wanted her -- of course she did -- but she was trying to do what’s best for her. What’s best for Alex.

She was trying to put Alex first. She was trying to protect Alex .

From herself.

From falling for a girl who didn’t deserve her, who would only break her.

And she was trying to protect herself. 

Because she’d fall hard and she’d fall fast -- hell, she already has -- and then one day she would stop being so bright and shiny to Alex, and Alex would ditch her for some other woman, some more deserving woman, or women, and Maggie has been broken before, but she can’t be broken by Alex Danvers.

Because somehow she already knows that there isn’t enough scotch and tiramisu in the world to fix being broken by Alex Danvers.

So it had been hard.

The business of figuring out how to just be friends.

It had been hard, but Maggie told her she didn’t want to imagine her life without her, and Alex didn’t want to imagine that world, either.

So it was pool the next night and it was pool the night after, and it was late-night poring over case files and it was early-morning breakfast at Noonan’s and it was, eventually, laughter and banter and real, solid friendship.

And it was, eventually, Alex dating other women.

Because Maggie gave up on her before they even began, didn’t she?

Because Maggie had no right or reason to object, did she?

And it was hard.

Hell, it was torture.

Watching Alex get nervous about what to wear, what to say, where to go. 

Listening to Alex’s recaps, watching Alex blush.

It was torture, but Alex didn’t know.

Didn’t know, because somehow, the secret agent had missed the one thing that Maggie always assumed screamed off of her body: that she wanted Alex. No, more than wanted her. Respected her. Revered her. Liked her. Cared about her. A lot. Could love her. For her whole life.

It was torture, but Alex didn’t know.

Or at least, Maggie thought Alex didn’t know. She wondered sometimes, in her more confident moments -- in the moments where she could swear Alex’s eyes were drifting down to fixate on Maggie’s lips; in the moments where she could swear Alex’s breath hitched when Maggie touched her arm while they played pool; in the moments where she could swear Alex tensed up every time Maggie so much as greeted Darla -- if Alex did know.

What she was doing to Maggie.

Because she never brought dates to the bar.

Never brought dates in front of Maggie.

So when Maggie is having yet another night drinking alone at the bar, she’s not cautious about who she’ll run into, about what she’ll see, when she pushes open the multistall bathroom door.

She expects quiet.

She doesn’t expect Alex.

Alex, pinned against the space between two stalls, her head tossed back against the cold metal, her breathing ragged, her back arched.

With some blonde woman’s hand up her shirt and lips on her throat.

Maggie contemplates leaving. 

She contemplates leaving and she contemplates screaming and she contemplates throwing up in the alley before getting on her Triumph and riding away, away, away.

Fast.

She contemplates it, but Alex chooses exactly that moment to open her eyes -- to glance down -- and her eyes lock into Maggie’s.

Hard.

And Maggie’s seething anger rides the wave of how perversely turned on she is, and her mouth speaks before her brain can think.

“Don’t you think the lady deserves something better than a quick fuck in a bathroom stall?” 

Her mouth speaks before her brain can think, which makes her voice more raw, more vulnerable, more hurt, than enraged or indignant or even jealous.

She wants to run, now.

But the woman is whipping around, her hand retreating from Alex’s chest, a combination of irritation and anger on her lips.

“Who the hell are you?” she demands, and Alex just leans against the metal of the stalls like it’s holding her up. Because it is.

“Maggie,” Alex says, and it’s almost a whisper, almost an apology, almost an explanation.

"I asked you something first,” Maggie counters, ignoring Alex’s prayer, spine straight and eyes anywhere but Alex’s mussed hair, swollen lips, rumpled shirt.

Realization dawns on the other woman’s face, and she smirks as she glances between the woman she was just fucking and the woman who’s demanding she give Alex better than a bar bathroom.

“So you’re the one she’s hung up on,” the woman says, and Alex groans softly, and Maggie blinks.

“What?”

“This is your detective, isn’t it?” The woman smirks and doesn’t wait for an answer. “She talks about you a lot. Hell, I half-expected her to scream your name just now. I think you have your answer now, sweetheart,” she turns to Alex. She leans into her ear and she whispers hotly, “She likes you.”

She runs a slow fingertip down Alex’s side, gives Maggie a once-over, and saunters out of the bathroom with a small smirk on her face.

Alex splutters and Alex tries, desperately, to breathe.

“Why did she say that?”

“Say what, Danvers?”

“That you like me.”

“I dunno, you can always catch up to her and ask -- “

“Maggie.”

“Alex.”

“Was she right?”

“Danvers -- “

“Was she right.”

There’s a silence, a pause, in which they both live entire lives, and Alex shifts off the stall, toward Maggie, eyes wide and lips parted and voice soft, soft, soft.

“Was she right, Maggie?”

“It doesn’t matter, Alex, I’d only wind up hurting you -- “

“So she was right.”

“Alex.”

“Take me on a date.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to be dating these other women, Maggie. I mean, it’s been nice and it’s been... but I just... I wanna be dating you. I thought you didn’t want me, but if -- “

“I told you, Alex. That was never why I...”

“So take me on a date.”

“Take you on a date.”

Alex takes her hands and smiles soft, smiles slow, smiles shy and smiles perfect.

“You said I deserve better than a quick fuck in a bathroom stall. So show me what I deserve.”

And Maggie can’t help it: she smiles, too, and the entire bar lights up.

“It’d be my honor, Danvers.”

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tbh if Magge walked in on Alex and Supergirl hugging, sharing feels etc before finding out Kara is Supergirl she wouldn't get mad I think. I think she'd either not talk about it or pretty much wish Alex the best, while burying her own pain, until Alex is like nonononono u see, we're sisters, I wanna be with you and with you ONLY

The hug is full-bodied and the kiss on the cheek lingers, and Supergirl caresses Alex’s hair, tucks it behind her ear.

An intimacy Maggie had been stupid enough to think was only theirs. 

Except maybe for Kara.

But Supergirl? 

Alex looking at Supergirl like that, the leggy blonde with the superhero cape that can literally hold up against bomb blasts, with tears in her ears and a lilt in her voice and intimacy – intimacy, intimacy that Alex had said she was never comfortable with, that Alex said she never liked – all over her movements, her touches, her expressions.

Maggie sighs and she shakes her head and she wonders what else she expected.

She’d known they were running buddies.

She’d known she only liked Maggie because she was bright and shiny, like coming out.

She’d known it would only be a matter of time before Alex wanted something different, something… more.

It figured that that more would be Supergirl.

So she sighs and she shakes her head and she walks away from the scene – which she’d only rushed to, off shift, anyway to make sure that Alex was okay, but clearly she was, and clearly she was in the arms she wanted to be in – and texts Alex that maybe tonight isn’t the best idea, that she’s tired, that it’s been a long day.

Certainly the last few minutes have been very, very long.

She’s surprised at how quickly Alex texts her back, talking about wanting to see her and missing her and it’s completely okay if she wants to cancel, but if she just wants company to be quiet with, Alex would be happy to come over and just be… just be.

She’s confused but she says yes, because she doesn’t want to admit it, but god does she just want to be in her arms.

She might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

But when she kisses her hello, she doesn’t stop. 

When she kisses her hello, she holds her face between her hands and she parts her lips and she whimpers when Alex accepts the invitation for her tongue. She whimpers and she shudders because she won’t cry, damnit, she won’t, she won’t, she –

“Maggie, what is it? I’m so sorry, did you not want – “

“No, no, Alex, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… you know what, you said we can be quiet, can we just… can we just do that?”

Alex has questions – questions about the way she’d kissed her, about the way she’d started to cry, about the way her eyes look pretty red, about the way there’s something so defeated about her posture – but she doesn’t ask any of them, because if Maggie is asking for quiet, then that’s what she’ll get.

So Alex nods and she cracks open two bottles of beer and she hands one to Maggie and she settles on the opposite end of the couch and she watches SVU reruns in silence, their feet touching occasionally as they shift where they lay.

“You can talk to me if you want to,” Alex says, just once, an episode and a half into their silence.

Maggie pulls at her beer and shrugs. “It’s whatever.”

Alex sits up, her eyes a map of pain.

“It’s not whatever, Maggie. Something’s hurting you, and I want to help, I – “

“No, Danvers, really, you’re not obligated to do that. You don’t have to, really – “

“Maggie, you’re my girlfriend, I want to – “

“Yeah, and how does Supergirl feel about that?” she asks.

She asks because she’s cheated when she’s been scared, when she’s been terrified, when she hadn’t been able to handle a relationship, or, more specifically, handle a breakup.

She asks because if that’s what Alex wants, she’s the last to be able to judge.

She asks because she just wants Alex to have her full, happy life, and she asks because she’s raw and she’s vulnerable and dammit, she didn’t want to be, but she’s pretty sure she’s in love.

“Superg – Maggie, what – “ Realization slowly replaces confusion on Alex’s face, and – to Maggie’s horror – Alex laughs.

“Maggie, did you come by the crime scene this afternoon?”

“Why’s that funny?” Maggie wants to know, and Alex sobers immediately.

“It’s not, I’m so sorry, I just – she said I could tell you, she said I should, and I was going to, but you wanted to be quiet tonight – “

“Just tell me, Alex, it’s okay, I can handle it – “

“No, Maggie, you don’t – no no no no no, it’s not like that, Maggie. She’s my sister. Supergirl. It’s Kara, we’re sisters, and I – I want to be with you, Maggie. I only want to be with you. Just you. She’s my sister, Maggie, we’re not… I only want you.”

Alex’s next breath is breathed in Maggie’s mouth, against Maggie’s lips, because Maggie is kissing her and Maggie is crying and Maggie is murmuring how brave Alex is, how strong, how perfect, because god, everything makes sense now.

Her intimacy with Supergirl.

Her desperate need to be perfect.

Her feverish feeling of having the weight of the world squarely on her shoulders.

Her intimacy with Supergirl.

“Only me?” Maggie asks in a small voice when she puts her forehead to Alex’s, needing to breathe her in.

“Only you,” Alex confirms, just as breathless, just as needy.

“You know those glasses are kind of ridiculous, now I’m thinking about it,” Maggie starts to grin.

“Let’s um… let’s stop talking about my sister now, hm?” Alex suggests, because she’s looking at Maggie’s lips again, and she wants to show Maggie exactly how much she only wants to be hers.

Maggie glances up at her, and heat shudders through her entire body, because there’s a lot to talk about, but later, later, later.

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Hey could you like write something about Maggie being jealous because someone is flirting with Alex or something? Btw you are so talented, keep up the good work! ❤️

She’s never thought of herself as a particularly jealous person.

If you’re not used to having something, she figures, you get used to it.

And she’s not used to having good things.

So when good things start to slip away from her? Jealousy isn’t exactly what occurs to her.

But then she fell in love with Alex Danvers.

It wasn’t hard.

Falling in love with her.

Well, it was. 

It was because it was terrifying because Alex was good and Alex was devoted and Alex was kind and Alex was trusting and Alex didn’t deserve someone like… her.

So it was hard, but it also wasn’t, because Alex Danvers makes it easy to fall in love with her.

And Maggie apparently isn’t the only one.

Because there’s a new girl in town and she’s gorgeous and she’s everything Maggie isn’t – she’s tall and she’s blonde and she’s high femme and she’s easygoing and she’s funny and she’s smooth and she’s confident and, the crappiest part of all, she actually seems really flipping nice – and, of course, this girl is flirting with Alex.

And Alex?

Alex is lapping it up.

She’s laughing a little too loudly and she’s leaning in a little too close and she’s buying her another beer.

“You okay?”

Maggie jumps, but it’s just James, just James, standing over her shoulder, his eyes in the same place Maggie’s are – across the bar, at the pool table, at her new girlfriend flirting away with this beautiful woman who obviously, obviously, obviously wants her.

“Yeah. Course I am, Olsen, why wouldn’t I – “

Alex bursts into laughter again, and Maggie doesn’t even bother to finish her sentence.

James sighs. “You know she’s new at all this, Maggie.”

“Right. Which is exactly what I was afraid of. That the second someone else comes along and shows interest – and who wouldn’t show interest in Alex, right? – she’d just – “

“No. No, that’s not what I meant – “

“I’m not slut shaming her or anything, James, I’m saying, I get it. It’s perfectly understandable for her to want to be with more than one person, it – “

“No, Maggie, stop. That’s not what I meant at all. I meant. She’s new at this, and she doesn’t really know what flirting is.”

Maggie rolls her eyes up at him, piercing him with the skepticism in her eyes.

“Maggie, you guys have told us the story. How many different ways did Alex flirt with you before she realized she was doing it? And anyway, Maggie, that girl? Look at Alex’s eyes. Really look.”

“I’d rather not look deeply into my girlfriend’s eyes while she’s flirting with a beautiful woman.”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Maggie. And trust me. Look at her.”

Maggie sighs and does as she’s told, because there’s something in James’s voice that doesn’t sound consoling. It just sounds… right.

“She’s happy to be making a friend. To be out of the DEO, to be having fun. She didn’t do that before she met you, unless it was with Kara. She’s happy, but really look at her, Maggie.”

And Alex chooses that moment to look past the girl she’s flirting with and give Maggie a huge smile, a huge wave. “Come on, babe, how long can it possibly take to grab another round?” she calls, and Maggie holds up one finger at her.

“See? See how her eyes changed? She’s having fun, Maggie, but she only wants you. She doesn’t know she’s flirting. She knows a lot of things, Alex Danvers, but not…”

“Girls,” Maggie says with a grin, and James returns it. 

“Girls.”

So the next time Alex laughs at this other girl’s jokes, Maggie swallows the jealousy and instead, tosses her arms around Alex’s waist. And Alex leans into her, reaches her hand behind her head, strokes Maggie’s hair, and turns her face to kiss her cheek.

And the next time Alex leans into the girl while she’s laughing, she also leans the other way. Into Maggie’s body. All the way into Maggie’s body. And she kisses her soundly.

By the time she opens her eyes, the other girl has slipped away. 

Because listening to Alex talk about her girlfriend the entire time she thought they were flirting was one thing.

Having Alex’s girlfriend actually come by, and watching Alex be all over her, was quite another.

Alex barely notices, and James grins, because Maggie?

Maggie had nothing to be jealous of, after all, and she kisses Alex all the deeper because of it.

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Prompt: Alex and Bisexual Lucy are flirting and being affectionate without knowing it and Maggie gets jealous and realizes her feelings for Alex

Thanks for the prompt!

“Hey, Danvers!” Maggie calls out when she sees the agentapproaching the crime scene. She flags her down and Alex quickly makes her wayover to where Maggie crouches over the alien’s dead body. But something isdifferent today. Alex isn’t alone. There’s another woman walking side by sidewith her, and as they approach Alex appears to be laughing at something themystery woman has said.

Maggie stands to her full height, and an unreadableexpression consumes her features. She gives Alex a quizzical look, which goesunnoticed. Alex is too busy laughing at whatever this woman has said, and has begun telling her own joke to have noticed. Maggie grits her teeth and clearsher throat, perhaps a little pointedly. Both Alex and the other brunette womanturn to her, and Maggie puts on the friendliest grin she can find.

She extends her hand to the new person before her, and says,“Hello, I’m Detective Sawyer. You are?”

Alex jumps in at that moment, her face telling Maggie she’sonly just now realizing she’d been a little rude in her lack of introductions.

“Sorry! Maggie, this is Major Lucy Lane, she’s a fellow DEOagent.” Maggie nods as Lucy Lane shakes her hand. She doesn’t realize she’sdoing it, but her grip on Lucy’s hand gets a little tighter than is necessarywhen Alex then turns to Lucy and with a look of admiration and adds, “Wellactually Lucy used to run the DEO for a period of time.”

Maggie admits begrudging respect for this woman however,when instead of getting offended by the too firm grip on her hand, she respondsby gripping harder herself and a gleeful hint of a challenge sparks in her eyes.

Oblivious, Alex continues, “Lucy, this is Detective MaggieSawyer. She works for the National City PD.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lucy says, and it only makes Maggie moreirritated to note that she seems genuine. The woman appears kind and pleasant,and she has no logical reason not to like her. Right?

Except she finds herself wanting to throttle this Lucy inmere moments, when Lucy places her hand gently on Alex’s arm.

“Hey, Alex. Doesn’t the position of the body remind you ofthe Rami case?” Lucy asks with excitement as she grasps Alex’s forearm. Thegesture itself isn’t necessarily what bothers Maggie, but how long she lets herhand linger on Alex. And then there’s the way Alex lights up to the referenceand places her hand over Lucy’s on her arm.

Maggie’s eyes observe all of this and she feels this strangeurge to rip Lucy’s hand off of Alex and institute a four foot demilitarized zonebetween Alex and Lucy. She coughs to interrupt the other two women who werecurrently laughing again and evidently reminiscing.

Alex and Lucy turn to her as if they just remembered she wasthere when they heard the sound of Maggie’s interruption.

“What was the Rami case?” Maggie asks, folding her arms infront of her chest.

“Oh man,” Alex starts and blows out a big puff of air. “I amnot nearly drunk enough to get into the details of the Rami case.” Maggieclenches her jaw in frustration. Her eyebrows arch in surprise next when Alexslings an arm around Lucy’s shoulders and follows it up with, “You should haveseen Lucy take down that Ramithan drug dealer though. She was a total badass.”

Lucy for her part shrugs in response, as she rolls her eyesand chuckles. Maggie feels bile rise in her throat as she watches Alex and Lucystand side by side with Alex’s arm still around Lucy. She starts to realize, muchto her chagrin, that she’s intensely jealous of Lucy in this moment. And whenshe thinks about why, about how she’d like to be the one tucked under Alex’sarm, she starts to panic. Oh god, I’m introuble.

She turns on her heels away from the two women before her,and instead resumes her crouching position over the dead body. “Right.” Sheaims for cheery, even though she falls flat. “Let’s see what we can do for thiscase then.” She zeroes in on her detective instincts, and begins working, trying to pretend she didn’t jut realize she’s fallen for Agent Danvers of the DEO.

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Hey, Do you have any fanfiction of Maggie jealous in the alien bar with her pinning/ kissing Alex at the pool table?

I DO NOW ;)

“Hey, check out your sister, Kara!” Winn says, and Maggie’s stomach sinks.

Since she told Alex that they couldn’t be together; since Alex insisted they weren’t friends, that she didn’t think Maggie wanted her (the ludicrous thought pained Maggie beyond belief); since Maggie had pleaded for two minutes of her time and they’d met for pool the next night, they’d been… fine. They’d been good. They’d been close, they’d been caring, they’d been affectionate and they’d been happy.

But only as friends.

And it was destroying Maggie from the inside out.

Especially now, especially as Kara turned, as James turned, as Maggie – not wanting to, but having to – turned in the direction Winn had indicated, to find the sight of Alex, shooting pool with a gorgeous brunette who was giving her bedroom eyes; the sight of Alex, laughing effortlessly at the gorgeous brunette’s jokes, which Maggie immediately decided must be distinctly unfunny; the sight of Alex, bending said gorgeous brunette over the pool table to show her the proper way to position the cue.

It’s not even that Alex is clearly flirting with this woman – and doing a damn good job – that drives Maggie out of her mind. It’s not even that Alex is pressing her body flush against the woman’s backside that drives Maggie most out of her seat. No.

What makes Maggie stand, what makes Maggie gulp, what makes Maggie stride purposefully over to the pool table as Winn, James, and Kara fall silent and hit at each other’s shoulders as they watch, is Alex’s eyes.

Because as she bends another woman over a pool table, much closer than she needed to be to show her how to properly shoot pool, Alex’s eyes seek and find Maggie’s. Alex’s eyes lock into Maggie’s from all the way across the bar, and Alex’s eyes hold them, even as she positions this other woman’s fingers, even as this other woman leans her ass back into Alex’s body.

Alex’s eyes are on Maggie’s, and they hold a challenge, they hold a see what you’re missing, and Maggie can’t accept that.

“You seemed perfectly content to let me keep holding the cue the wrong way, Danvers; this girl must have a game even worse than mine if you need to show her what to do.”

The woman scoffs and the woman turns to Alex to defend her, but Maggie’s hand is on Alex’s wrist and she’s spun Alex around, away from this other woman, this irrelevant woman, because she should have done this long, long ago, friendship be damned, caution be damned, past heartbreak be damned.

She has Alex pinned against the pool table before Alex can formulate a response, before Alex can process what’s happening.

Alex’s breath hitches and Alex gulps and Alex is completely unconscious of the scandalized, offended scoff of the woman whose name she suddenly can’t remember, because Maggie Sawyer’s body is flush against hers, her hands pinning her back against the pool table on either side of her hips, and Maggie’s breath is in her ear and her voice is low and her voice is dripping with hurt and with jealousy and with raw, raw want.

“I never said I didn’t want you, Danvers. So, you wanna spend the rest of the night with a pale imitation of what you really want? Or you wanna spend it with me?”

Alex has no witty response and Alex has no cool retort.

“You… you want me?” she rasps, and her eyes dart to Maggie’s lips.

“I do,” Maggie whispers, and she’s kissing her, and the world is spinning, and their friends are whooping and that woman is storming away and M’gann is raising her glass toward the pool table in an it’s about damn time gesture and Maggie’s tongue is in her mouth and Alex is melting and Maggie’s arms are the only things keeping her on the ground and that is okay because Maggie Sawyer is kissing her and god she should have made her jealous earlier because this? This is bliss.