All her life, Lana Lang had caught the eyes of everyone she had the pleasure of meeting. Or more like the pleasure they had of meeting her.
Because people gravitated towards her so unconsciously, even though she was oblivious to the sweet charm she exuded, but to her she was only being herself. Her selfless tendencies either put her in the worst possible situation or it attracted the attention of the hearts she touched.
Once people latched onto her, they couldn’t let go no matter how good or bad it was for them. Too many people sought to orbit her, the whole of Smallville knew her to be the kindest soul they had come across.
Yet Lana had never had it work the other way around, she never yearned so much for something she could not reach, out of her grasp, slipping past the tips of her fingers, and this time around she wanted to be the one to orbit you.
After experiencing first hand what it was like to be considered without expecting something in return, even if it was the reciprocation of kindness or simply becoming her friend; you walked past her without that expectation of receiving what you had bestowed upon her.
That kindness goes a long way, especially for someone like Lana Lang.
She’ll return it tenfold once she knows your kindness for her expects no return, that it was not for selfish gain, but it was about simply being good because that is who you are.
When you come into the Talon after a long day, she’s there working her shift, carrying trays that are full of mugs filled with coffee and pastries, balancing god knows how many things in her hands and serving customers when she notices you slipping through the door of the coffee place.
She rushes past the tables to make it to the front so she could serve you, hoping that you’ll flash her your pretty smile and hear the soothing tone of your voice.
At times Lana herself doesn’t notice her flirty nature that comes out to play, her voice has a lilt to it, her eyes turn all soft, waiting for the other person to stutter through their response, knowing the effect she has on them.
This time though, she is not fully aware of the kind of effect she has on you, but with the way your cheeks tint, flushing from the sharp attention of her gaze, you become like those around her, vying for her attention.
Yet you don’t pursue her despite the opportunity to do so. However, Lana Lang does, she wants it, she wants to take it further. She’s bold yet there’s no arrogance present when she asks.
She has to creep into your life step by step. Like she doesn’t want to scare you away, that she isn’t going to leave you hanging when she finally has you in the palm of her hand. Her first step was to introduce her favourite activities and asks you to show her yours.
Horse riding, a forgotten solace of hers that she is able to explore again, riding into the open fields of the countryside with you by her side. Mild conversation filling the silence of the barn where the horses were being brushed down.
Her mind is filled with thoughts of you.
She needs a constant in her life, people leave her whether it was by choice or circumstance, but you have been here for years, and only now does she begin to notice the direct hit you have on her aching heart in need of something unconditional.
And she knows that you can provide it. She doesn’t expect you to, but wishes you would. Reeling you in like bait with her touch, grazing her fingers over your arm idly, taking your hand in hers and pressing a chaste kiss to the back of it.
When the sight of gooseflesh graces her eyes and you shiver in shameful delight, she knows her bait has worked well. Too well.
Her dimpled smile is what makes you want to look away, blinded by her happiness, a teasing and knowing look present on her face. Both in the area of not fully acknowledging the air between you and the odd bouts of denial that you face whenever you are with her.
Then she whisks you away, forming something with her that you cannot fully explain with words alone. Taking your hand in hers, pulling you into her. A kiss on your cheek that hasn’t felt such softness before her.
She leaves a pretty maroon mark on the apple of your cheek in the shape of her lips.
Marked by her tint, her signature of sorts, it’s certain now that you are hers.
Hi! I loved your last angst story, so I wanted to request a Smallville Clark Kent x Wife!Reader story.
In the story, Clark and the reader are married and have a young daughter. Lately, because of his Superman duties, he’s been coming home late. His wife understands why, but she’s still hurt and frustrated. The final straw is when he misses their daughter’s kindergarten performance, which leads to an argument when he gets home.
Clark has been under a lot of stress and is completely exhausted, so he ends up snapping back during the fight. I’d love for the story to have plenty of emotional angst but also a happy ending.
Clark Kent - smallville
note: my angst writing is still something im working on, hence why this took a while to get out.
Plot: wife!reader, superman!clark
Note: a couple uses of y/n
The first time Clark missed dinner, you told yourself it was okay, The second time, you reheated his plate, By the fifth time, you stopped making one. You understood, You had always understood.
Being married to Clark Kent meant understanding that sometimes he had to leave in the middle of a conversation, that sometimes he came home with a split lip and a torn shirt. That sometimes his eyes were exhausted, even though he insisted he was fine.
You knew who he was. You loved who he was. But lately, it felt like Clark had forgotten who you were. And worse—He was forgetting who his daughter was.
Daddy’s coming tonight, right?” You paused in the doorway of your daughter’s bedroom. She was sitting on the floor in her little pink dress, carefully fixing the bow in her hair.
“Of course he is, sweetheart.”
She looked up at you. “Promise?”
Your heart ached. You smiled anyway. “I promise.”
You had called Clark three times. no answer. You texted him “she keeps asking when you're coming home.” and still nothing. You tried not to worry, tried not to think about it, tried not to feel disappointed before he had even failed to show up. But when the auditorium filled with people, there was still an empty seat next to you.
Your daughter was seated on the stage, she kept looking back at you, waiting. The lights dimmed and the music started, she kept looking back at that empty chair. She smiled at you, but to wasn't the same smile she and when Clark was around, it was more sadder and dimmed.
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“Was daddy busy?” she asked in the car ride home,
“Yeah, baby.” you said, gripping the steering wheel harder.
“Saving people again?”
“Probably.”you swallowed.
She was quiet for a moment then she looked out the window. “Did he forget?”
You couldn't answer because you the truth was that you didn't know anymore.
“He wouldn’t forget about you, baby, not ever.” You replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
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Clark came home at 1:17 in the morning, You were sitting in the dark living room, waiting. He stopped the moment he saw you.
“Hey.”
You stared at him. “Hey?”
He looked exhausted, His shirt was torn at the collar, There was dirt across his face. Normally, you would’ve rushed to him, but Tonight, you didn’t move.
Clark slowly closed the door. “She’s asleep?”
“Yes.”
“How was the performance?”
You laughed and It wasn’t a happy laugh “You’re asking me that now?”
His expression changed. “Y/n—”
“She waited for you.”
He looked away. “I know.”
“No, you don’t.” you snapped at him.
“I said I know.”
“You weren’t there, Clark.”
“I was trying to get there.”
“But you didn’t.”
His jaw tightened. “I couldn’t exactly stop in the middle of—”
“Of what?”
He stopped.
You stood up. “Of saving someone? Of course. I know, Clark. I know.” His face fell. “I know what you do.”
“Then why are we having this conversation?”
Your eyes burned. “Because you’re missing everything else.” He stared at you. “You’re missing dinner. You’re missing bedtime. You’re missing mornings.”
“Y/n—”
“She asked me if you forgot.” That stopped him, Completely. “She asked me if you forgot about her.”
Clark’s face crumpled slightly. “I didn’t.”
“But that’s what she thinks.”
“I would never—”
“Then stop giving her reasons to think it!” Your voice cracked on the last words.
The room went silent. Clark looked at you like you’d slapped him. You wiped at your eyes angrily.
“She kept looking at the door tonight.” He said nothing. “She kept looking for you.”
“I know.”
“No you don’t.”
“I said I know!” His voice suddenly exploded through the room. You froze. Clark froze too. He had never shouted at you like that. Not once.
“I am trying!” he said, breathing heavily. “Do you think I want to miss her performance? Do you think I want to come home every night and find out what I missed?”
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
“Because people are dying!” The words echoed between you, Clark’s chest rose and fell, You stared at him. He immediately regretted it, But you were already crying.
“I know.” Your voice was quiet now. “I know people need you.”
“Y/n—”
“I know you have to save them.”
“Please—”
“But I’m your wife.” He went completely still. “And she’s your daughter.”
His eyes started to fill with tears too. “Do you think I don’t know that?”
“Then act like it!”
You covered your mouth, trying to hold yourself together. “I am so tired, Clark.” His expression broke. “I am so tired of telling her you’ll be home when I don’t know if you will be.”
“I know, i’m sorry.”
“I am tired of sitting beside an empty chair, I am tired of being understanding.”
Clark looked at you. And for the first time, he realised how much you had been carrying. Not because you expected him to stop being Superman. But because you had been quietly trying to be strong enough for both of you. “You think I don’t want to be there?” he asked quietly.
“I think you want to be everywhere.”
He looked away. “That’s not possible.”
“No.” You shook your head. “It isn’t.”
The silence that followed was worse than the shouting.
Finally, Clark whispered, “I thought if I could save enough people, then maybe I could keep you both safe.”
Your heart broke. “Clark…”
“I keep thinking that if I miss one emergency, something happens. And then I come home and I’ve missed another thing here.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how to be both.”
You softened. “Neither do I.” He looked at you. “I don’t know how to be the wife of Superman.”
You both stood there, exhausted and heartbroken.
Then Clark stepped closer. “I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”
“No, You shouldn’t have.”
“I was scared.”
“I know.”
“I am terrified that one day I’ll choose wrong.”
You looked at him. “Then stop trying to choose between us and the world.” He frowned. “You can’t save everyone.”
“I have to try.”
“I know.” You took a shaky breath. “But you have to let us be part of your life too.”
His eyes filled with unshed tears. “I don’t know how.”
“Then learn. Not for the world, but for me and you daughter.” The words were gentle, But firm.“You don’t have to stop being Superman.” Clark nodded slowly. “But you do have to stop acting like being Clark Kent is something you can do whenever you have time.”
that broke him, He looked down Because you were right. You had never asked him to stop saving people, You had only asked him to come home.
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The next morning, your daughter woke up before sunrise. She padded into the living room in her pyjamas. “Daddy?”
Clark was sitting on the couch, He hadn’t slept, He turned around immediately. “Hey, sweetheart.”
She ran into his arms and He caught her tightly.“Did you miss my performance?”
Clark closed his eyes. “Yeah.”
She pulled back. “Why?”
He swallowed. “Because I was helping someone.”
She thought about this. “Did you save them?”
“Yes.”
She nodded. “Good.” Then she frowned. “But you still missed me.”
Clark’s face crumpled. “Yeah.”
She climbed into his lap. “Next time, can you try harder?”
A broken laugh escaped him. “I can do that.”
“Promise?”
He kissed her forehead, “pinky promise.”
⸻
Things didn’t change overnight.
Clark still had emergencies, He still had to leave sometimes, But now, he communicated.
He called when he could, He stopped making promises he couldn’t keep, He began protecting time for his family with the same determination he used to protect the city.
And three months later, he sat in the front row of your daughter’s next kindergarten performance.
She spotted him immediately and Her entire face lit up. “Daddy!”
The teacher tried to quiet her while Clark laughed softly, You reached for his hand and He squeezed it back.
When the music started, your daughter stood on stage, searching the audience.
And this time she didn’t have to search for him Because he was right there. Present.
Afterward, she ran into his arms. “Did you see me?”
Clark held her tightly. “I saw everything.”
You watched them, smiling through tears.
Clark looked over at you. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Plsss write some smallville Clark Kent x girlfriend angst with a happy ending
Clark Kent - smallville
Note: we’re really lacking Clark Kent fics on this app
Plot: angst with happy ending.
Note: I feel like I’m horrible at writing angst
Clark had been distant for days. It started with cancelled dates, Then unanswered texts, Then disappearing for hours with nothing more than a quiet, “I’m sorry.” Every time you asked if he was okay, he’d smile that soft Clark smile. “I’m fine.” He never was.
“You forgot.” You deadpanned, not looking at him in the eyes.
Clark looked up from his desk at the newsroom. “Forgot what?”
Your heart sank. “Today’s our anniversary.”
The colour drained from his face. “No….”
You gave him a sad smile. “It’s okay.”
“It isn’t.”
“It kind of is.”
He stood so quickly his chair nearly tipped over. “I swear I knew.”
“I believe you.”
“I had everything planned.”
“I know.”
He stared at you. “You know?”
“I found the restaurant reservation in your jacket.”
His shoulders fell. “And the movie tickets.” Another blow. “And the little note you’d written.” His eyes closed. “I even found the necklace.”
Clark couldn’t bear to look at you. “I’m sorry.”
“So am I.” You swallowed hard. “I miss you.”
That sentence hurt more than any shouting ever could. Because it was true. Even when Clark was standing right in front of you it felt like he was somewhere else.
Martha found Clark sitting alone in the barn. “You look terrible.”
“I am terrible.”
She sat beside him. “You forgot her anniversary and you’ve barely spoken to her since.”
“I know.”
Martha sighed. “You know, for the smartest man I’ve ever met” Clark looked over. “you can be spectacularly stupid.”
He laughed weakly. “I keep telling myself I’m protecting her.”
“Protecting her or protecting this.” She said, pointing to his heart.
Clark didn’t answer because lately he wasn’t protecting you, he was protecting himself for the inevitable hurt, but was hurting you in the process.
That evening, there was a knock at your door, opening the door you see a familiar figure in the doorway. Clark, again. Only this time He looked different, No excuses, No nervous smile, Just complete honesty.
“I can’t tell you everything.”
You looked away. “I know.”
“But I can tell you this.” He took a shaky breath. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He paused. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep you safe that I forgot to make you feel loved.”
Your eyes filled with tears “I don’t need perfect, Clark.”
“I don’t need expensive dates.”
“You don’t?”
“I just need you.”
His voice cracked. “I’m here.”
“Not always”
He stayed silent, words feeling to small for the depth of this conversation.
“And I don’t want to keep wondering if you’ll turn up to anything we plan”
Clark nodded. “You shouldn’t have to.” He reached into his pocket. Not for a gift. Instead, He handed you a folded piece of paper.
It was his work schedule. Every day he already knew he’d be busy. “I can’t promise emergencies won’t happen.” He looked you in the eyes. “But I can promise you’ll never wonder where I am again.”
You frowned. “What if you can’t tell me?”
“I’ll tell you as much as I can and if I have to leave” his voice softened. “I’ll call.” No matter what. No disappearing. No silence. No making you feel forgotten.
You stared at him for a long moment. Then quietly asked, “Is this really you trying?”
“It’s everything I know how to do.”
The sincerity in his voice broke the last of your resolve. You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Clark held you like he’d been afraid to for weeks. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I love you.”
You smiled through your tears. “I love you too.”
For the first time in a long while, the weight on Clark’s shoulders eased. He still carried the world’s biggest secret. He still couldn’t explain every bruise, every disappearance, or every impossible excuse. But he could stop making the person he loved feel alone.
Note: I’m so sorry this took a while to get out!!!
Plot: Clark misses a date but makes it up to you!!
Note: 2 uses of y/n
Stood up.
You had just been stood up by your own boyfriend. Clark had you sitting on your front porch waiting in the cold for hours and never showed. How could he embarrass you like that?
He hadn't even had the decency to call or cancel, he just decided not showing up would be enough of an explanation.
Seriously, how can boys be so stupid sometimes?
you had always thought that clark had been hiding something from you, yet, you always brushed it off as something people do when they love someone too much.
but maybe your paranoia was finally right.
You stared at your homes shared phone for what felt like the hundredth time. No missed calls or voicemails. Just silence.
The tiny spark of hope you’d cling onto all night had finally died down.
“Unbelievable.” You muttered, standing from the kitchen table. Your legs ached from sitting in the cold for so long.
You had spent nearly two hours getting ready. Made sure your hair looked perfect, outfit perfect, makeup perfect. All for nothing.
You marched inside, kicked your heels off by the front door, and flopped dramatically onto the couch “If he thinks I’m forgiving him,” you mumbled into a cushion, “he’s got another thing coming.”
Almost on cue, three knocks echoed through the house. Your heart skipped. Then immediately hardened. No. He didn’t get to disappear for hours and then just show up. Another knock.
“Y/n?” Clark’s voice called through the door. “Please.”
You folded your arms tighter. Silence. Then.
“I’m not leaving until you hear me out.”
You let out a frustrated sigh before yanking the front door open.
Clark Kent stood on your porch looking… awful. His flannel was torn at the shoulder. There was dirt smeared across one cheek. His usually neat hair looked like he’d run a marathon through a wind tunnel. Most concerning of all… He looked guilty.
“You’ve got some nerve,” you snapped.
“I know.”
“You stood me up.”
“I know.”
“You didn’t call.”
“I know.”
“I was sitting out here for two hours.”
“I know.”
Every answer was the same. Quiet. Ashamed. Your irritation only grew.
“So?” you demanded. “What’s your excuse this time?”
Clark opened his mouth. Nothing came out. Because there wasn’t an excuse he could give. Not one you could understand. Not yet.
“I…” He looked down at the ground. “I can’t explain.”
You laughed bitterly. “Of course you can’t.”
“It’s not because I don’t want to.”
“Then why?”
His jaw tightened. “I just… can’t.”
Your eyes burned. “Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?”
“I know.”
“My parents kept asking where you were.”
Clark winced.
“I kept making excuses for you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I told them traffic.”
Another apology.
“I told them you probably got caught helping your parents.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I even defended you.”
“I know.”
You shook your head.m“I looked stupid.”
Clark’s shoulders slumped. “No,” he said quietly. “You can’t look stupid for believing in me”
That hurt more than anything. Because he was right. You had trusted him. Completely. You looked at him for a long moment before speaking again. “If this relationship is ever going to work” Clark met your eyes. “then stop making me feel like I’m the last person to know what’s going on in your life.”
The words hit him like a punch. Because she wasn’t wrong. She never had been. He stepped forward carefully. “I can’t tell you everything.”
“Then tell me something.”
He hesitated. Finally. “I missed tonight because someone needed me.”
You frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means” he swallowed. “if I had chosen our date instead” He looked away. “someone might not have made it home.”
You stared at him.The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. He wasn’t making excuses. He genuinely believed what he was saying.
“I know that doesn’t make tonight okay,” Clark continued. “I know I hurt you. And if you’re angry, you have every right to be.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small, slightly crushed box. “I was going to give you this before dinner.” Inside was the silver bracelet you’d pointed out in a shop window weeks ago. “I went back the next day and bought it,” he admitted with a nervous smile. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”
You looked from the bracelet to him. The gift wasn’t enough to erase the hurt. But it was enough to remind you that the Clark standing in front of you wasn’t careless. He was carrying something impossibly heavy. You just didn’t know what.
