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One of the things that Derek totally hates about humans is their tendencies to cheat. To werewolves mates are sacred. Once they find their other half they mate for life and devout every breath to keep a strong bond with their mate.
But humans? Derek has seen them cheating before, after and while getting mated. (-The word is "married", Derek. -Same thing)
He has seen them talk shit about their mates behind their backs and then act as if everything was ok. He's smelled the lovers around newlyweds. He's seen human mates hurting and killing each other on the morning News.
Humans are dishonest, disloyal, deceitful, unreliable. Even for their own kind.
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summary: Life in Metropolis is loud, chaotic, and busy. You’re the kind of person who shines for everyone else, always the sunshine in the room. But when it comes to yourself, you’ve built walls high enough to make Fort Knox jealous. Clark Kent somehow slipped past those walls and became your boyfriend. The problem? You’re terrified this relationship will end just like the others—fast, messy, and leaving you heartbroken. Clark? Yeah, he’s not letting you believe that for a second.
warnings: Fluff with a touch of angst, sunshine!reader with trust issues, patient boyfriend Clark, emotional vulnerability, lots of hand-holding and forehead touches, mentions of past crappy relationships. No actual heartbreak, but your brain might scream “omg just believe him already!”. Proceed with snacks and tissues. Based on this request.
The noise of Metropolis never really stopped. Car horns, footsteps, a dozen conversations blending together on the sidewalk, the faint hum of the city’s heartbeat. You’d gotten used to it, but whenever Clark was around, it all felt… quieter. Like his presence alone could hush the chaos and make the world breathe easier for a second.
He was your boyfriend. Even after a few weeks, it still felt strange to think about. Not because you didn’t want it—God, you did—but because relationships always had an expiration date in your life. Three months, tops. That was your average. You gave everything, poured yourself into it, only to be left with nothing at the end. And now? Now you were just waiting for history to repeat itself.
Clark didn’t seem like the others. But that tiny voice in your head whispered that it didn’t matter. It always ended the same.
“Thinking too much again?” His deep voice pulled you out of your spiral. You were sitting in the break room at the Daily Planet, a half-empty mug of coffee in front of you. Clark leaned against the table, tie loosened, glasses sliding just enough down his nose so he could look you in the eye.
You forced your signature smile—the one everyone knew you for, sunshine bright. “Me? No way.”
That smile worked on everyone else. Not him.
He gave you that knowing grin, the one that said “you can’t fool me.”
Before you could blink, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Simple, casual, but it sent your heartbeat racing. You hated how easy it was for him to get under your skin. Feelings this strong, this fast… that was dangerous territory.
“You’ve been staring at your coffee for three minutes straight,” he teased, voice soft but steady.
“Maybe I was waiting for it to cool down,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.
“Or maybe you were doubting me again.” His words weren’t sharp, just… true.
And there it was again. That ability of his to see straight through you, right past the sunshine façade you wore for the world. No one else had ever cared to look. Instead of calming you down, it scared you.
You sighed and looked down at the mug. “It’s just… you don’t get it.”
“Then help me get it,” he said gently, his hand brushing against yours on the table. He didn’t force, didn’t push—just offered.
Your throat tightened. It wasn’t easy to say it out loud, but something about him made you want to try. “Every relationship I’ve had… it ends the same way. I give everything—my time, my energy, my heart—and they barely give the bare minimum. And when I finally realize it, I’m already left behind. Alone again. I don’t want…” Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard before finishing, “I don’t want that with you.”
Clark’s hand closed around yours, warm and steady. His eyes never left yours. “I’m not them.”
God, you wanted to believe him. You really did. But that wall you’d built was tall, reinforced, and unshakable. Believing him meant risking being hurt all over again.
He leaned in just a little closer, calm as ever, like patience itself was stitched into his bones. “Look at me.”
You did, even though your eyes were glassy.
“I love you.”
The words landed in your chest like a punch and a hug all at once.
Your first reaction wasn’t joy. It was fear.
You blinked fast, then let out a shaky laugh, like he’d just told a joke. “No… you can’t love me. We’ve only been together a couple of months, Clark. This doesn’t… it doesn’t last. Not for me. It never lasts.”
He shook his head slowly, still holding your gaze like it was the most important thing in the world. “It lasts when both people want it to. And I do. I want this. I want you. I want to give you everything you deserve—even if you don’t think you deserve it yet.”
Your throat tightened again, but this time it wasn’t just fear. It was that tiny spark of hope trying to push through the cracks.
“I don’t know if I can believe that yet,” you whispered, voice barely audible.
Clark’s thumb brushed your cheek so gently it nearly broke you. “Then don’t believe it yet. Just… let me show you. One day at a time.”
You sat there, trapped between the storm and the sunshine. Between the part of you that swore you were destined to repeat the same heartbreak, and the softer, quieter part that wanted to believe this man really could be different.
That day, you didn’t say “I love you too.” You couldn’t.
But you didn’t pull away either. When he wrapped you in his arms and you pressed your forehead against his chest, you realized something: the wound was still there, but maybe—just maybe—you were ready to start healing.
