shit Kara has probably said

Winn, hold my Alkaarien beer

Who dares me to speed eat four pizzas? Who? Who? I’m gonna do it

See, the thing is, [goes off talking in kryptonian about science]

No, Alex.

What’s that word in English?

Why is English this way?

Why is spelling in English so hard?

Lena, when’s the last time you slept?

Can you two stop jumping off balconies?

(About food at alien bar) how do you know that’s not a human?

(Someone asking her about college) I have *incoherent mumbling* degrees (you have what?) Five

I’m not pining after Lena!

Lena’s my best friend and I love her!

What did you say about Luthors?

Don’t get mad, but… I adopted five dogs.

Listen, listen, I know 137 languages, okay? English is just a pain.

I got bored and built a computer.

No, Lena.

It’s not clay, it’s a chunk of iron.

Kara, yes

Buy my silence for 30 pizzas a day

Azriel and Nesta have a chat about Elain.


“What are your intentions with Elain?”

Azriel lowered the biscuit he was about to munch on and stood from where he crouched before the cupboard to find Nesta standing next to him, hands on hips and face revealing nothing.

“Oh, hello Nesta, umm… sorry what?” He asked carefully.

“What are your intentions with Elain? You two seem to be getting rather close and I want to be sure she won’t get hurt.” She stated very matter-of-factly.

Azriel let what she said sink in before responding. “Don’t you think it’s up to Elain where the relationships in her life go?”

“She’s been hurt before.” She said bluntly.

“I know.”

“And it wrecked her.”

“I know. But she recovered from that. She’s stronger than you give her credit for.” He eyed her warily.

“I know,” her eyes softened and cast downwards before she took a breath and faced him again. “I just regret not stepping in sooner with Greyson. I don’t want to make the same mistake again, so I’m asking you what your intentions are.”

This softened Azriel enough to answer her. “I will be whatever Elain needs me to be. I like her… very much. But if she just wants a friend, I will be that, for her. I would never hurt her intentionally, I can promise you that.”

This drew a minuscule smile to Nesta’s lips, “thank you” she uttered before she nodded and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door Azriel spoke up again.

“what are your intentions with Cassian?” He asked with a mischievous smile.

Nest turned to look at him with raised brows before finally letting out a proper smirk of her own “Now those are certainly not as pure as yours.”

Azriel only snorted as she left him to rummage through the cupboard for more biscuits.

Cold (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 1 -

words: 3,687

genre: angst

summary: he always had a cold personality and kept you at a distance

a/n: When you get to the 2nd hospital scene, just insert some random guy’s name idk I was too lazy to actually make one up. Btw I’ve never had a concussion and I don’t know much about hospitals yet, despite being a nursing major (pretty sure South Korea is different from America too). Disclaimer just in case I get some stuff incorrect. Let me know if you want a part two!!

Min Yoongi had always acted cold towards you.

The members tried to justify his behavior, that he was cold to everybody and on the inside, he cared for them all deeply. But it never really seemed that way to you.

You were just an outsider, anyway. That’s what he had called you when you had started to hang out with the boys a lot. An outsider. You tried not to think too much about it. All you did was ignore his presence once you realized he didn’t want to be friends with you.

You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t talk to you.

You sat against the fence of the basketball court, watching the members play basketball with one another. You were okay at basketball, but you weren’t amazing like the other boys were at it, so that’s why you were sat off to the side.

Yoongi had sat down as well, tired from playing so much. It was his favorite sport after all, so of course he went all out for it. You glanced over to him, noticing the far distance between the two of you. He was drinking a bottle of water, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You looked away soon, trying not to get swayed by his attractiveness. You had a crush on him, but you knew that you had no chance by the way he treated you so coldly. Even the members themselves told you that he wasn’t ever going to date anyone. They said something about him not wanting to get intimate or share his emotions with someone else.

It was pretty obvious that he didn’t even like you anyway.

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Old Sport

51. Sport in My 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge

“Why does he keep calling everyone, ‘Old Sport’?” Steve mumbled, cuddling into (Y/N), nuzzling his face into her shoulder.

“Because that’s Gatsby’s thing!” (Y/N) insisted, tearing her eyes away from the screen for a moment to glance over at him. “You’re missing the movie, Stevie.” She pouted playfully.

He lifted his head and smiled innocently, reaching up and just gently pecking her lips. “I know. But when Gatsby looks at the blonde girl like that, I can’t help but think about cuddling you.”

(Y/N) watched him and smirked, kissing him gently. “That is the single most cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, Old Sport, it’s pretty good.” (Y/N) grinned making Steve groan.

“Don’t start calling me that.”

“Why not? I think it suits you.” She insisted, giggling and poking his nose.

“What? Cap in a suit? Oh no, I have the suit. He just has tights.” came Tony’s voice as he strolled into the living room.

“Not that kind of suit, Tony.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Well what kind then?”

“She wants to call me Old Sport.” Steve muttered, glaring at Tony and almost daring him to do the same.

And of course, Tony did dare. “Old Sport…Cause you’re old.” Tony grinned evilly, running out of the room and starting to yell to the others.

“Look what you’ve done.” Steve glared playfully at (Y/N), poking her ticklish sides and making her squirm.

“Sorry!” She giggled, smirking up at him. “I’m very truly sorry-”

“Thank you.” Steve nodded in approval.

“-Old Sport.” She giggled out.

“(Y/N)!” came the annoyed groan.

dirty water pt. 2 // fratboy!luke

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this chapter! let me know if you are enjoying these pieces and if you want me to continue :) feedback is always appreciated!

PART ONE (click here for more)

    Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have left the game early. Maybe you shouldn’t have practically run the entire way back to Phi Psi on a heavily intoxicated system. And maybe you shouldn’t have grabbed Luke’s hand and pulled him along with you while you did so. But you did.
Oh god you did. And now that tiny bit of regret was creeping up on you, the alcohol’s affect fading.

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