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⠀written⠀by⠀Hope
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this city belongs to me
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this city belongs to me
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tired kara
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tired kara
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“you are, by far, the nicest feeling weakness i have ever had. much less violent than the other one that so many seem to like to try & use against me.”
groaning a bit, Kara didn't want to go anywhere today.
Karina smirked and poured the batter into the waffle maker before finish up her topping prep.
“you know my every weakness.” Kara leaned against the counter next to the other.
“you are, by far, the nicest feeling weakness i have ever had. much less violent than the other one that so many seem to like to try & use against me.”
groaning a bit, Kara didn't want to go anywhere today.
“you know my every weakness.” Kara leaned against the counter next to the other.
“Now, while you have that, I’m going to make the batter for the waffles, and prep the toppings. That should keep you occupied long enough.”
“..me..?” a question only as she'd very much want to hear it from Karina herself.
“you know my every weakness.” Kara leaned against the counter next to the other.
“..me..?” a question only as she'd very much want to hear it from Karina herself.
Karina loved it. She craved being needed, it gave her a sense of purpose.
“Who’s a good girl?” She was toying playfully as she retrieved Kara’s mug that now lived in her kitchen.
“Hm?”
“i think.. i like you too much.” Kara would mumble out after closing her eyes, still quite sleepy.
“..me..?” a question only as she'd very much want to hear it from Karina herself.
“i think.. i like you too much.” Kara would mumble out after closing her eyes, still quite sleepy.
She knew that Kara was going to want to be close to her even while she made breakfast, so she opened her arm. “C’mon, I’ve pretty much mastered one handed cooking at this point. Such a needy little thing.”
& as always, the kryptonian would take mere seconds to change. a white, long sleeved shirt & blue skirt for now as her jobs often wrecked her clothing.
“coffee.. coffee?”
“i think.. i like you too much.” Kara would mumble out after closing her eyes, still quite sleepy.
& as always, the kryptonian would take mere seconds to change. a white, long sleeved shirt & blue skirt for now as her jobs often wrecked her clothing.
“coffee.. coffee?”
The brunette rolled her eyes as she gently pressed past Kara, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she went. “So incredibly serious. Never been silly in your life.”
“who me? i'm so serious. i'm the most serious person in this world. i could never be silly.” trying to hide a smile as she'd bite gently on her lower lip.
& as always, the kryptonian would take mere seconds to change. a white, long sleeved shirt & blue skirt for now as her jobs often wrecked her clothing.
“coffee.. coffee?”
“who me? i'm so serious. i'm the most serious person in this world. i could never be silly.” trying to hide a smile as she'd bite gently on her lower lip.
Karina made her way over to the wardrobe to pull out a long silk robe, draping it elegantly over her slip. “Now, you have to let me focus so I don’t burn them. No silly business, understood?”
“this world is a terribly cruel place. to have me removed from such comfort.” dramatics, of course.
“who me? i'm so serious. i'm the most serious person in this world. i could never be silly.” trying to hide a smile as she'd bite gently on her lower lip.
“this world is a terribly cruel place. to have me removed from such comfort.” dramatics, of course.
“That means you’ll have to get off of me though, honey.”
“i'm usually the one who makes them for myself so i never have any toppings.” Kara couldn't help but admire the being she'd fell so peacefully asleep next to the night before.
“this world is a terribly cruel place. to have me removed from such comfort.” dramatics, of course.
“i'm usually the one who makes them for myself so i never have any toppings.” Kara couldn't help but admire the being she'd fell so peacefully asleep next to the night before.
The older woman raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, gazing down at the woman that was currently bundled up in her arms. “Anything at all.”
“would two be easier?”
“i'm usually the one who makes them for myself so i never have any toppings.” Kara couldn't help but admire the being she'd fell so peacefully asleep next to the night before.
“would two be easier?”
Karina tsked, chuckling softly at her second request. “Thirty two thousand, hm? It might take me a while, darlin.”
“..m- sorry. breakfast. mhm.. thirty two thousand waffles.” eyes very much still closed. clinging on making it impossible to move.
“would two be easier?”
“..m- sorry. breakfast. mhm.. thirty two thousand waffles.” eyes very much still closed. clinging on making it impossible to move.
And truly, her strength was. But Karina was never scared of her. She didn’t think it possible. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“m m, i'm the scariest.”
“..m- sorry. breakfast. mhm.. thirty two thousand waffles.” eyes very much still closed. clinging on making it impossible to move.
“m m, i'm the scariest.”
She couldn’t help herself, a very sleepy Kara was pulled into her arms, fingers running through blonde locks.
literally just waking up.
“m m, i'm the scariest.”
literally just waking up.
literally just waking up.
i don't know why i am ridiculously anxious when it comes to posting anything here.. hh. i would much prefer to be on this app rather than the otherrr one.
i don't know why i am ridiculously anxious when it comes to posting anything here.. hh. i would much prefer to be on this app rather than the otherrr one.
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