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Hi! My name is Cassie and this is my multi-fandom fic side blog
as of right now I don't have rules and do write NSFW.
I take requests but won't write them immediately please be patient
wasting-falling-away is my library blog btw!
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Dina Woodward
Art Donaldson
Patrick Zweig
Clark Kent
Kara Zor El
Lana Lang
If you want a poorly written fanfic don’t ask ai ask me I’ll do it
Undercover
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.
"No doubt," he hums, pressing a chaste kiss against her temple. "But don't you dare do that again," he chastises, blowing raspberries against her cheek as she shrieks.
MY MAN MY MAN MIKE FAIST IN THE EAST OF EDEN TRAILER
I CAN'T WAIT!!! NEW FICS WILL DROP THIS FALL
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
I miss you challengers summer </3
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
spending time with you is the first time she'd been brave enough to open up and adore unconditionally since the downfall of her planet
MIKE FAIST as DODGE MASON
in PANIC S01E05 ― "Phantoms"
my daily affirmation as an author
control
Clark can't help but be a little protective and paranoid with his little girl.
Dad!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
not proofread
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.
"Sweet girl," he blew raspberries against her flushed cheek.
Hawkgirl/Kendra Saunders likes to secretly hover in front of your apartment window to watch you take care of your birds <3
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
help I'm down bad.
Angsty thoughts/ramble
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.
Human
why don't you write smut?
no one interacts with it I don't know why. Maybe it's the quality of my work and I should implement them into my regular fics instead but I need more practice in doing so and with writing in general.
Best friend Clark invites you to the barn on Fridays, eating his ma’s leftovers and homemade cinnamon rolls on the roof staring at the stars.
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.
He snaps out of it eventually while he’s wrapped in your arms remembering he has you, and that’s enough.
Mike Faist in Challengers (2024)
this should be illegal
Clark Kent comforting reader
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.
"And no need to apologize." "How about this? I can fly over to Ben and Jerry’s, buy a pot of cookie dough and that movie you’ve been dying to watch.” “Maybe Kara can let us borrow Krypto,” you chuckle. He winces, “anything but him sweetheart” he sways you back and forth humming a soft tune as your sobs die down "I'm sorry if I can't make this better" he says You sniffle hand latching tightly on his shirt face tucked into his neck. "You always do."
being in love with your best friend isn't for the weak, especially when you don't know if he likes you back.
pining for him, he doesn't know how you feel. Angsty unresolved feelings from your POV
not revised
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the fan over head attempts to keep the heat inside the diner at bay, the soft sounds of bacon sizzling on a pan and the smell of coffee permeates the air
"you're acting like you haven't eaten in days" you snort watching Clark scarf down a breakfast plate (an omelet, fruit cup, 3 hash browns and pancakes)
"feels like it, flying down here takes a lot out of me you know" he shrugs leaning closer devouring the rest of his eggs
"just use your car." You laugh "you don't need to flex your powers, drive like the rest of us mere mortals for a change"
his mouth twitches a smirk slowly gracing his features, it was always like this light between the two of you, a warmth that couldn't compare to the feeling of suns rays on skin on a spring morning, or the comfort of sleeping in late nuzzling into a pillow before dreams take over. You're his home and Clark was yours.
"it's no fun besides the views great" he says blissfully lost in his thoughts
"you need to take me up there again sometime."
You smile at the memory the first time he hovered over your home before the sun rose dewy air sticking to your skin his arms tethered around you as he slowly coasted over Smallville it felt electric the semblance of being a God
"of course sweetheart, we'll soar before I leave" he says
leave
you flinch trying to hide your disappointment
he's been your your best friend since the 8th grade, the sweetest person who cares so much for every life and believes the world can truly be good
he's back from his bi-weekly visits from Metropolis dropping by Fridays and flying back on Sundays, the worst day of the week, the day you wish would never arrive.
you sit back against the sticky booth Clark's voice prattling along did little to quell the pain in your chest and contemplate your past pushing back the morsel of regret you feel for staying back in your hometown, for never finding the strength to leave.
You've dreamt about the city before, skyscrapers kissing clouds, witnessing meta-humans protecting civilians, dodging falling buildings and cars being thrown around, celebrating with friends about surviving another day and having the luxury to watch Clark do what he loves from down below
but it can't compare to the comfort corn fields brought you, the local diner and movie theater that's been around since your grandparents moved in in the 70's. It was home but he was the best part of home a piece of you broke when he departed
the day Clark saved your life was the day you refused to hold him back from his fate. You lost your balance climbing up a tree attempting to reach his kite your foot slipping between two branches
you closed your your eyes bracing for impact but fell into his arms instead realizing you both were floating midair
He was meant to be someone better, a beacon of hope and well you were destined for mediocrity, to live a quiet life.
a cough snaps you out of your depressed reverie, "are you gonna eat that?" he points at your plate with his fork chugging down the rest of his orange juice
your skin prickles with sweat fingers quick to swipe stray tears
"well?" he wipes the residue dripping down his chin. "No, have the rest" you slide it over stare as he reaches for syrup coating the flour with the sickly sweet condiment.
"wanna hang out at the barn today? Got new comic books from Metropolis for you to read, a new issue about the spider guy you like so much" he asks teeth clenching an obvious bite behind his offer
"you sound a little jealous Kent" you tease. "I'm not! He's just.. I don't know-" he stammers. You reach over grasping his hand and interrupting him before he spirals. "Don't worry no other hero could replace you in real life or in stories" he flushes blood rushing to his face.
"and I'll take you up on your offer but can we uh.. cuddle?" The request felt childish, not an uncommon occurrence as teenagers but a rare occasion now a days.
he pauses raising his eyebrows
that's when he spots it, the glimmer in your eyes dimming after the request, the sadness you tampered down bubbling up to the surface. He bites his cheek unsure if he should pry, "you're not one for physical affection anymore."
"I just really could use a hug," you ask voice cracking
The scene breaks him, the walls of security you hid behind slowly crumbling, honestly making him feel like a shit for not noticing sooner.
Clark takes your hand over yours, clasping it tightly. "I'll always be here alright?" His voice drops, sincerely and full of love. "You're mine."
if only
you'll accept whatever form of affection he's willing to give
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Sorry for my quality of work, I currently have terrible writers block. I'm writing ideas that pop up a few paragraphs to get whatever's on my mind even though it's not good
Poly Clark and Lana:
Light smut, mentions of thigh riding and sex)
I rewatched Challengers and wondered what it'd be like to be a throuple with Lana and Clark
(I'm so touch starved let me have this, this is too long I could go on and on with headcanons about this arrangement + I'm running on 4 hours of sleep)
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You noticed the red cape in Lana's closet the moment you stepped through the front door, the question settled on your mouth ready to be asked but silenced the minute her lips slotted against yours, she pulls your body against hers as you both land on her bed.
"I missed you so much" she huffs through broken kisses
"It's been three days since I last visited" You groan as she bites the base of your neck
"three days too long," she squeezes your hips desperately rutting her core against your thigh craving friction but your gaze swivels towards the bright colored fabric on the ground
"Lana what is that?" she stills on your lap glancing back mouth agape "nothing just a costume for halloween.."
she tenses up as your hands push her away
"you're lying" you squint as she evades your gaze
she's not one to fib, honesty being a core value of hers, the only time she'd have the guts too is if your safety was in jeopardy.
you grip her chin "be honest please babe"
she spills
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the questions come out flying as he's sandwiched between you both the two of you clambering on his lap
"what do you mean you have powers?"
"can you fly?"
"Lana says you shoot lazer out of your eyes!"
he flushes at the more invasive questions
"is it true you can see through our clothes?"
"are you avoiding sleeping with us cause you're too.. strong?" you smirk
his cheeks flush red "you're killing me here.."
"we just wanna know" Lana tugs at his collar pecking his cheek
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: she buys you both merch to match Clark's signature S brand. Showcasing the logo on t-shirts strutting around Metropolis proudly knowing his secret you both were loved by the hero
: He writes your initials in the sky together, white clouds in heart shaped trails incasing your initials together
: Always prepared to help him relax after a long day, run him a warm bath, followed by his favorite snacks before settling into bed
: You both are the first ones to read his articles before they're ready print for the Daily Planet. He highly regards your opinions when it comes to his work
: Lana makes the best coffees and tea's in the morning, is an early riser so she has breakfast ready for the three of you, Clark runs out the door with a kiss from you both and a coffee to go
: their favorite days are spend splayed across your lap as you read to them, they both end up falling asleep to your soft voice echoing through your apartment
: He has a photo of you both together in his wallet, whenever anyone asks about the pretty women he happily admits "they're my girlfriends" all starry eyed
: Clark's great at cheering you both up, ever the optimist he always reiterates how proud he is and how much he loves you both
: Clark's the best shoulder to cry on (all of you are) he won't hesitate to hold you until you feel ok, he'll give you space or listen when you need to talk
: the sex is.. out of this world perfect. He's an eater will spend hours making sure you both finish before he even properly fucks you. His stamina is decent but hard to manage when you both sit so pretty for him on your knee's glancing up as you stroke him until he cums
: Lana lives to please, she'll submit to whatever you and Clark want (all sexual requests with her must be asked with love, she's sensitive).
Clark always comes back home you both are his main priority
he adores his lovely girlfriend's
bonus pic: You took this photo of Lana and sent it to Clark right after he told you his secret <3
