I’ve finally figured out how to play music in the background while playing OW without overloading my laptop, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a more epic opening to a match than the round just now where my tunes matched up perfectly in sync with the starting countdown and I exploded out of spawn to the sound of “Thunderbirds are GO”
someone protect me from the one i love | churboose fanmix | [listen]
1. your body is a weapon | the wombats // 2. king and lionheart | of monsters and men // 3. stupid stupid | alex day // 4. cuddle fuddle | passion pit // 5. hopeless wanderer | mumford and sons // 6. change of seasons | sweet thing // 7. the scientist | coldplay // 8. sweater weather | the neighbourhood // 9. ribs | lorde
Hiiiiiii ! I don't know if you still take prompt but if you are inspired and have time can you write a Lucy/Alex fic where Alex has a thing for Lucy's military uniform ? :D
two plus two equals seven and the five carries the ten
Alex shields her eyes from the sun with one hand as her eyes involuntarily rake down the figure of the woman standing in front of her. Her left eyebrow quirks up in surprise when her eyes land on black little heels digging into the sand of the desert.
The woman is wearing heels. With a skirt. In the goddamn desert.
And the name of this infuriatingly overdressed woman? Major Lucy Lane, here to ruin the day with her fancy red toy and fancy high heels.
A bead of sweat rolls down Alex’s neck. She squints her eyes as the Major explains the Red Tornado’s super awesome military capabilities, with her arms clasped behind her back and her crisp little hat shielding her eyes from the sun.
Kara’s standing next to Alex with her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest and a frown creasing her forehead. Hank is on her other side, hands in his back pocket as he grunts and nods.
Alex is trying really, really hard not to stare at the Major’s skirt.
“All we require from you, Supergirl, is your strength.” The Major’s eyes tighten around the corners when a particularly strong wind hits their little camp with sand.
“You want me to punch him,” Kara flexes her arms and Alex feels the vague twinge of embarrassment, and it isn’t at all because Major Lane’s lips purse unpleasantly. “I can do that.”
The Major nods, one sharp movement that has the metal in her cap glistening against the sun. Alex tries not flinch guiltily when the Major’s green eyes catch hers. Instead, she lowers the hand shielding her from the sun and squares her shoulders.
The Major blinks. And turns on her heels, thoroughly unimpressed.
“Alex!” Kara nudges her on her shoulder, hard, and Alex tears her eyes from the uptight woman.
“I said, that’s Lucy.”
“Yeah, I know. I caught her name, Kara.” She wasn’t entirely distracted.
“No,” her sister shakes her head an steps forward. Hanks looks vaguely displeased. “That’s Lucy. James is dating her.”
“Oh,” Alex’s eyes cut across the sand to look at the woman standing next to General Lane. She’s tiny. “Do we hate her?”
“No,” Kara says again, sighing. “I don’t know. She is dating James.”
“Yeah,” Alex nods distractedly. “That’s a bummer.”
“I know,” Kara whines and then straightens out and plants her hands on her hips when Hank clears his throat.
“Shall we get started?” The tiny Major yells across camp, her back straight and feet neatly placed close to each other like she’s not sinking into the sand. “I’m afraid we don’t have time to wait.”
She doesn’t give them time to open their mouths and respond, simply turns her back and continues talking to her father.
Alex follows Kara and Hank with a frown on her face, and decides that Lucy Lane isn’t even worth her time. Because of Kara. And her situation with James.