Look For The Light

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Dina Woodward

Art Donaldson

Patrick Zweig

Clark Kent

Kara Zor El

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Your daughter has the tendency to unintentionally disappear this hiding tactic is new.

Fluff

Not proofread

I might expand on this more in the future I don't know

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This isn't the first time she'd gone AWOL at home. She always was easily found, rowdy as she was, but tonight was different.

He'd noticed the silence after dinner. The patter of her footsteps and babbling tuned down to zero. His head snapped up as he zoned in, eyes narrowing, using his super hearing to find the toddler to no avail. Not even a heartbeat.

You tilt your head, confused. "Clark, what is it?" He stands abruptly, chair collapsing to the ground, his lungs seizing from fear. "She isn't here."

"What do you mean?" you quickly follow. "I can't hear her- didn't you notice I..." He sprints towards the living room, spinning around, barely able to catch a breath.

"Isla?" He yells, tripping over his feet, frantically searching for the little girl. "She's here, honey, don't panic," you mumble, voice wavering as you strut towards the kitchen, opening cabinets.

She tends to commit the occasional vanishing act, and he wishes this was a habit she would break. Sure, it's funny, and it would be if it wasn't his kid that constantly pulled this trick on both of you.

He lifts the couch, toppling it over, throws cushions on the ground, and zips towards her room, almost ripping the door off its hinges. "My gosh, where is she?" he cries, heart hammering in his chest.

He pauses as babbling flits through the air from your shared bedroom. You meet his shocked gaze, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

He creeps past the door, spotting a lump covered in red cloth on the ground, wiggling back and forth. "Where's my little bug?" he whispers.

She stills, holding back a giggle as he slowly steps forward. "I wonder where she is? Honey, have you seen her?"

You play along. "No, she was playing with her stuffies in her room last time I saw her." You follow Clark's footsteps. His figure looms over her, fingers drifting closer to the red sheet as he slowly grips and lifts it up whispering her name again when she tugs it off her head completely.

"Found me!" she laughs with a toothy grin. "I found you!" he gasps, picking her up with a spin.

"Silly girl, I was worried sick. I thought you flew out the window." He huffs, lightly poking her chest.

"I can't fly, I'm too little," she replies, poking him back. He raises his brows. "Who knows, little lady? I was your age when weird stuff started to happen."

You knock, catching her attention. "Mommy, Daddy found me!" she squeals, tiny arms reaching out.

"He did, didn't he?" You swipe her bangs from her face. "That was scary," you frown, pinching her cheek, "you can't hide like that. We thought we lost you."

"I just wanna be like Daddy," she shrugs, "wear his costume."

"You might be like me one day, but I want you to be yourself," he replies, pressing his forehead against hers.

"He'll always find you, right?" you ask.

the concept of Stanford Art Donaldson using up storage space on his flip phone with pictures of you cause he needs to fill the void in his chest whenever you're not around bonus points: his laptop is on the verge of collapse because of the 800+ pics of you both on the photo booth app laying on his chest while you're asleep as he balances it on his stomach

Whipped Kara Zor El!

Kara Zor El x Fem! Reader

not proofread, fluff

Kara loves you the minute she met you

It began off world the first time she saw you, Clark had brought you with him to celebrate her birthday when she locked her gaze onto you. Casting lingering glances from across the bar while you’re ordering drinks her eyes steeling over when an a drunk creep entered your space, brushing their chest against yours your space. Clark has to hold her back from pummeling them into the ground.

You're the reason why she visit's earth often, lying to Clark about finding her footing, making friends trying to find a job when she's trailing you.

It’s obvious to everyone besides you.

The endearing the way she puts her best foot forward when it comes to you, sobering up the minute she’s visiting metropolis, unafraid to be seen as keeping krypto in check.

Will entertain your silly questions and antics about her powers.

"can you show me what it's like to float?"

"What about freeze breath? It's hot in here"

"Clark says you can lift a building is that true?"

Blushing and giddy when you're all over her after, no one's ever gone out of their way to care other than Clark which she felt was obligatory

Bar hopping with her became a favorite past time her hands always finding yours as you danced on wooden tables singing top 50 hits on borrowed karaoke microphones pulling you closer as the beat slows wishing she had the nerve to place her lips on yours

but she slowly drank less, wanting to stop for herself but you aided quitting her addiction she stopped wanting to numb the pain

Clark can't help but be a little protective and paranoid with his little girl.

Dad!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

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based off this

Clark's been hovering over his daughter for the past 10 minutes, sitting in front of her, watching her shake the elephant rattle the Lois had gifted.

"Come sit down," you plead, tapping his side of the bed.

"I'm just making sure she's alright, honey," he says.

"You've been at it for hours, baby. She's ok."

He barely registers your words, gaze locked on the toddler.

You put your book down with a sigh knowing your comfort won't get anywhere. He's been at it all day, helicoptering the 3-year-old. His worrying slowly making you anxious, but he can't help it. He just wants his little girl to be ok and not let her powers hurt her if she had any.

The minute two lines appeared on the pregnancy test you'd handed over years ago caused a chain reaction of pure fear. Clark spiraled about how a human can handle a Kryptonian birth. If you'd be safe and if the baby would be safe.

He spammed Kara with messages like "So do you remember what birth was like back in Krypton?" and "Did women birth eggs or??" She just responded with question marks followed by eye-rolling emojis and an ambivalent "Same thing women go through on Earth, dude."

Then scavenged his fortress, thereafter endlessly scrolling through catalogues of 'how to parent' info, followed by grilling his robots with no luck.

Now he's here trying to be a perfect dad.

"You're going to make yourself sick…" you reply, walking over to the pair, smiling as the little girl stumbles her way into Clark's lap.

"But what if something happens? I don't know. I used to hover whenever I got stressed out at her age or… Or she sneezes and blows furniture through the wall?" he says, voice trembling at the thought of it, not the mess, he'd care less but about her tiny body going through the stress of it all.

"Your parents did it, baby; you turned out great. Never hurt yourself or them."

"It's different… I started later and—"

You hush him with a kiss. "We don't know if she'll have any powers. Clark, besides, she adores you. That's what matters, that you love each other."

He tears up as her tiny hands cup his cheeks, fingers digging into his dimples.

She's beyond happy you don't keep them in stuffy cages smiling as you install small perches for you parakeets throughout your home house training them as well so they can be free, her heart melting when you smooch their beaks before bed

imagine Clark worrying about his kids powers :( the anguish they might feel once their Kryptonian abilities came to fruition

Both of you had a feeling your child would inherit Clark's powers some if not all of them. He was adamant he'd only shown signs of his abilities at around 5 peaking at 10 then slowly learning about the full range once he hit puberty. He was scared for his kid, it was a terrifying process he didn't have anyone from his home planet to teach him how to control his skills except for Pa who'd try to train him on weekends early before neighbors woke up and late at night once everyone's asleep holding him whenever it's too much when Clark couldn't handle the loneliness that came with the burden of his heritage

It would break his heart if his baby went through the same thing, he rebukes it!

You'd reassure him that he'd be the best dad that he would 1000% help them when the time came but the self doubt was too much :( (There's no doubt he'd support his daughter or son)

Clark feels blessed when they don't randomly start floating whenever they became overwhelmed as toddlers or fling toys through walls then they were playing rough but I can only think about the insecurity that came with not feeling like a 'true' kryptonian watching Clark fly and save the world when they were earth bound.

Holding him close and bringing him back down to earth when his thoughts get dark wondering who he’d be if his home world never imploded.

Soft Clark! mentions of depression

I've been a little sad lately

Not revised

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Clark walks past your room, shades drawn met with a lump beneath crumpled sheets. "Sweetheart, you alright?" he mumbles, knocking on the door. "Just tired.."  Your boyfriend's face drops at the way your voice cracks. You've been slowly rotting in bed past noon, he slipped out early in the morning and made your favorite meal, coaxing you out with no luck. Your boyfriend tries his best to be there for you when you fall into rare depressive moods. Days when you wanted to shut the world out. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he slowly steps closer, sinking at the foot of the bed, hand hovering over your hip, wondering if his touch would make things worse. You sense his warmth and barely peek your head from beneath the covers. "It hurts," you admit, shuffling closer as he caresses your side. "What hurts?" he asks, squinting his eyes looking you over with his x-ray vision. "It's not physical.. My brain hurts, my thoughts are too heavy." His heart weighs heavy in his chest at your confession. He wishes he could fight the sadness, destroy it until it disappears, but battling his girlfriend's emotions isn't as easy as galactic monsters or the typical roadside villain. He slides beneath the sheets melting beside you heart-breaking as he's met with red-rimmed eyes and pillow wet with tears. "Oh babe," he whispers, cupping your cheek as he runs his thumb over your lips as they quake. "fuck I'm sorry-" you apologize, your chest heaving fists rubbing away any tears that fall. "You're going to hurt yourself," he frowns pulling your hand away from your face and kissing the back of your palm. A soft "come here" slips past his lips as you begin to sob, he tugs you close against his chest and kisses your forehead.