Lana Lang

Some of these aren't connected to a muse; some are general, and some are for an NPC but are listed just because I like to have these things documented.

( GIFTS! Late to be posted because the mun was dead upon getting home from the lovely family gathering. )

Of all the traditions they'd started together, Lois and Lana's favorite was dragging Clark to the Planet's annual Christmas party.

[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]

Bonus #1: Select five people from your muse's f-list and have them list five reasons for each person why they're thankful they know them.

[ooc: Multiple verses in this post, including canon. That said, not binding to any muse unless noted. As I have several verses that crossover with Supernatural, I won't specify which unless it's specific to a certain verse.]

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"When the designs are chosen with care, tattoos have a power and magic all their own. They decorate the body but they also enhance the soul."

Exactly twenty years ago, Lewis and Laura Lang died in Smallville's first meteor shower, and like every year she could remember, Lana had trouble getting to sleep. This year, however, it seemed harder. No matter how she tried to relax, her mind just didn't want to wind down. When it was almost four, she gave up and rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower.

As the water soaked her hair, she considering staying home from work, but quickly dismissed it. She'd already spent nearly a full two weeks away in the past month. Skipping out at the first sign of trouble had become a bad habit of hers. Though she was sure she had needed her impromptu vacation, her yearly case of insomnia wasn't an excuse to call in.

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[ooc: Normally this would be locked, but Lana has been lacking in interaction lately, so in an effort to jumpstart that, I'm leaving it open. Please keep all of that to this post and out of any continuity unless the both of us agree otherwise.]

1. It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself.
2. You want to see the best in people. That's great, but even fairytales have villains.
3. Nell loves you. Stop taking her for granted.
4. Dean Winters is not the enemy.
5. Neither is Clark Kent.
6. When you have a gut feeling, don't ignore it. It's usually right.
7. Don't stay in a relationship you know doesn't work just because you're afraid of being alone.
8. All this will be worth it someday.
9. For the love of God, cut your hair. It looks better shorter.
10. Don't get married. Just don't.

[ooc: Sam is likely_evil, Dean is hasperkynipples and Clark is solarsentinel. Takes place in All Jacked Up.]

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?
Are you holding back like the way I do?
Cause I've tried and tried to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going away

It was nearing two months since she'd discovered she was pregnant. She was finally getting used to the idea of being a parent, even though it still scared her if she let herself dwell a little too long. She made every attempt to reduce stress, to take things a little easier, which meant less work and more sleep. The morning sickness was beginning to give way to random and sometimes very strange cravings, and there always seemed to be a man around trying to wait on her. Clark was the worst of them. If she could have punched him without hurting herself, she would, but instead she settled for scowling.

However, mood swings and unconventional pizza toppings were the least of her concerns.

While she carried the child of one Winchester, she was developing feelings for the other. It felt so wrong, given the situation, but she couldn't help herself. Sam was just someone she could sit and talk to for hours on end, intelligent and sensitive with the dorkiest sense of humor, but that's why he could make her laugh no matter which direction her hormones decided to drag her. There were times when he looked at her that her chest tightened and she could barely breathe, times when he touched her that her whole body would warm on contact. There were times when she wanted so badly to kiss him, even thought maybe he wanted the same, but she didn't. Her chance with him had gone with that one bad choice, so she would learn to ignore this, and one day, it would go away.

No, no it wouldn't. She'd be lying to herself if she said it would. This dancing around him was already driving her insane and it just seemed to be getting worse. Her mind told her she shouldn't, but she just had this suspicion that someday soon her mood was going to swing his way, and she had no idea how she was going to deal with it.

[ooc: Set in Star-Crossed Metropolis. Sometime following this.]

It’s that same old song again
I hate it cause it's true


She had no idea how long she'd been trapped here. The last indication, a year and a half, was given to her by Lex, but that was months ago. How many was the question. The days all blurred into one another, no sunlight to indicate when one day began and the other ended, and no matter how much she'd steeled herself against it, the isolation was starting to get to her.

He didn't visit every day anymore. The decline was slow, but in her mind, deliberate. On the good days, she could care less. On the bad days, she missed him terribly. Lana needed that human connection as much as she needed water to drink, and he was the only one who ever stayed longer than a minute. She hated it, but she wanted him there.

The bad days got worse. Soon she didn't just want his presence. She wanted something more intimate, more physical. She took care of that burning on her own, but it didn't satisfy her very long. She needed the touch of another person. She had long given up on Clark, not that he ever touched her much to begin with. It was Lex who filled her thoughts, and the more time that passed, the more desperate she was for him.

One day he opened the cage and joined her, locking the door behind him. Though he wasn't accompanied by the usual guard or two, she didn't even consider running. Her eyes were completely focused on him. He had her right where he wanted her, and he knew it.

It wasn't long before clothes were dropping to the floor, before he was grabbing her by her hair and shoving her face first into the wall. She wished she could say she wasn't enjoying it, that she could stop the loud moaning and cursing that came from her mouth, but she couldn't. She was enjoying every second of it.

When it was over, Lana let herself sink to her knees, breathlessly leaning against the wall for support. She felt his arms go around her as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Come back to me. Be my wife again."

She felt that final piece of her will break as she answered in a way she never dreamed she would.

"Anything for you, Lex."