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sooo cute im killing myself

bet on it.

clark kent x reader. (5k)

summary: a bet in the office leads you to discover that clark, who you've been dating in secret, is really into roleplaying as coworkers.

content: fluff, secretly dating, the daily planet loves bets, he’s into you cynical, let the man have his imaginary enemies to lovers knowing he gets to bring you home at the end of the day, inspired by the kitchen scene

“Another interview success with Superman?” Tossing Clark's latest article snatched right from the printed editions onto his desk, you settle snugly into a spare chair across his desk, ready to make your case.

Clark shrugs, grabbing his article in feigned interest. “Yeah, great guy.”

“They're starting.” Lois mutters to Jimmy. They would never miss out on the Daily Planet's ongoing spectacle which was the strange back-and-forth between you and Clark.

“Hey, I’m starting to get curious too.” Using his legs to roll his chair over to Clark’s desk like the noisy bugger he is, Jimmy waves a hand over Clark’s figure. “It’s like you got a Big S radar on you, man.” He exclaims, becoming the second visitor to Clark’s territory. “You’re the only person alive to book two interviews with him in under a month.”

You continue to stare at Clark who's focusing heavily on crinkling the edges of the paper rather than meeting your eyes. “Sometimes it makes you wonder.”

Clark shifts under your gaze, clearing his throat. “Wonder about what?”

"How exactly do you it?” You press further. “Persuading Superman to only have personal interviews with you?"

"That's true." Lois murmurs, a pen nibbled between her teeth as she stares at her report. "What is it, Clark? Can't be your sense of charm, you've already spilled two coffees today."

You can't resist the snort that slips out, or the 'oomph' you gasp when he kicks you from under the desk.

"Well, that's between me and him." Clark huffs, placing his article down- and subconsciously, further away from his mug with stained edges from his morning spill.

"Wow, top-secret." Jimmy nods along. "Alright, no sharing of trade secrets. I respect that."

"Either that, or there's something fishy going on." You bring up.

Jimmy's eyes brighten at the possibility of a conspiracy, looking over at Clark, analysing with narrowed eyes. Clark merely pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge, only for it to fall lopsided again. Jimmy deflates like a fish, shaking his head.

"Nope, it's probably just Clark's luck." He laments. "He's as fishy as Mama Kent's calls every morning."

Clark's ears redden slightly under Jimmy's teasing, and he clears his throat. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jimmy." His comment is pointed at you, even as he continues to idly type at his keyboard.

You're the only person who has a clear view of his monitor, and you squint your eyes to see what he's written.

Clark: 11. You: 2 :D

Your smile tightens as you swivel your chair to face Jimmy. "Say, Jims. What time did you see Clark leave the office yesterday?"

"Um, 4?" Jimmy murmurs.

"Yeah, but he said in his interview that he met Superman at 3." You pointed out. "The timeline doesn't add up. I spot some lies in the paper."

Shifting your weight to cast Clark a smirk, you continue on with your taunt. "Unethical journalism 101. Twisting the facts."

Clark opens his mouth, ready to argue but Jimmy beats him to it. "You memorised his article?"

"Why are you surprised? You know she's obsessed with finding out how he gets interviews with Superman." Lois brings up, grabbing her bag and brushing loose hair strands out of her face. "Alright, I gotta run. But she's got my vote of confidence. It's more than just run-ins, they're probably acquaintances."

"Thanks, Lois." You grin as you look back at Clark, who's staring at you incredulously. 'Update the score board', you mouth to him.

Clark rolls his eyes, but he presses the 'delete' key and updates your score to an impressive '3'.

"Well, if we're choosing sides, I'm picking Clark." Jimmy announces. "20 bucks says she won't find a thing by the end of the week.”

"It's on." Lois, competitive as ever, is always eager to win a bet. She calls it proof of her good judgement, most of the office agrees it’s just her enjoying the competitive thrill. She winks at you right as she passes by. "Good luck, tiger."

Once she was out of earshot, Jimmy pumps a fist in the air. "Easiest 20 bucks I've earned all week."

Clicking your tongue, you lean back against the chair. "You'll be crying over those 20 bucks and for underestimating me in seven days, Jims."

His eyes widen as he places his hand over his heart. "Woah, didn't know we were declaring war here. Let a man earn his coffee money in peace."

"I don't know." Clark jumps in. "50 bucks you lose."

Both you and Jimmy’s brows shoot up and you turn then; eyes cast on Clark who’s staring right at you unblinkingly. "You sure you want to do this, Kent? I'm an amazing detective."

"Woah, guys." Jimmy holds his hands up in the air, trying to placate the competition. “First, unfair to raise the amount when my bet is set, Clark. I should be able to up my stake with Lois. Second, this isn’t life or death- so please stop smothering each other with the death glares.”

"I've got nothing to hide." Clark’s gaze is steady, daring you in his own, indirect way.

You smirk, snatching the article that he's folded neatly on his desk into your palm, direct evidence from the culprit himself. "Bring it on, Smallvile."

Jimmy shifts his gaze between the two of you, blinking slowly. “...Are we sure this is still about Superman?”

Clark always leaves early, even if it’s unconventional considering that he always arrives late to work. Still, no one bats an eye at sweet, farm boy Clark. No one but you.

“There he goes.” You whisper to Jimmy as Clark packs his briefcase hurriedly, midway to the lift with both hands holding the case that’s struggling to close. “Extra twenty bucks that he’s off to meet Superman.”

“You’re on.” Jimmy affirms. “There’s no way he’ll get Superman twice in a week.”

“Not unless it’s more than run ins.” You taunt.

“Innocent till proven guilty.” Jimmy reminds you with a raised brow.

“You’re only saying that cause now 40 bucks are on the line for you, Jims.” Packing your own bag, you catch his widened eyes over your early departure. “I have some evidence to dig up, and a bet to win. See you tomorrow.”

He stammers as you walk off. “Don’t try too hard! I haven’t got my paycheck yet!”

Arriving back at your apartment, you listen for the tale-tell sign of the clanking of pots or the chopping on the cutting board. Hearing nothing, your disappointment caves in a little as you shrug of your bag on the sofa, making your way over to the kitchen. You reach for a mug to make yourself some coffee- only to feel hands grab at your waist, causing you to shriek. Spinning you around, Clark meets your deer-shocked expression with a mischievous grin. Lifting you on the kitchen counter easily, he crowds you into the tiny space, blocking out what little light you have as he towers over you.

“Hey.” He breathes out.

“Hey.” You murmur, one hand going around his neck, pulling him in. Your heart is still racing from the surprise, and you’re about to apprehend him- when you spot some soot in his curls from his little escapade. Instinctively, you reach out to brush the soot away only for his cheek to find your palm before you can, and you feel his warmth against your fingers.

Something you can’t quite ever recover from is whenever Clark kisses you, it’s as if every chance might be his last. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and it’s less than a nanosecond before he’s unintentionally pushing you against the cupboard, groaning as you tangle your hands into the curls near the nape of his neck.

He’s somehow more passionate in his efforts, almost uncontained. Something’s excited him today just from seeing you. You already have a spoken clause on how he can’t make out with you in the office because he always leaves some semi-permanent damage on you, and with the pace he’s going today, you’re undoubtedly going to look wrecked. Eventually, he pulls away for you to breathe, but you can barely recover before he brings it up.

"Your interrogation was heavy today." He’s full-on grinning, eyes squinting down at you, his lashes batting shadows from the ceiling light above. He can barely hide his glee. "Trying to keep me on my toes?"

"We both know you like me stirring things up." You pat him on the chest, hand lingering on the loosened collar. "Someone's gotta have a vendetta against Clark Kent. You're just too... good. And you know I love uncovering a good story."

"Me? Good?" His smile deepens his curved dimple against his cheeks as he leans in. "So, you're already admitting defeat?"

"No, that's the hypothesis." You pointed out. "Clark Kent. Good-willed farm boy who comes in and steals the headlines from the rest of us, leaving scraps for the poor, innocent writers."

"I wasn't aware that I was stealing anything from you." He murmurs. "If you wanted an interview with me, you could just ask."

"Now, where's the fun in that? When I could tarnish the reputation you worked so hard to attain instead?" You lean back against the cupboard, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. Monday Blues suck. “Didn’t expect you to come here so soon, wasn’t there the fire down 5th Avenue?”

He nods. “It’s all sorted out. An extraterrestrial fell down near a gas station. Luckily, no one was hurt.”

“So, are you going to interview yourself again?” You tease. “Clark Kent so happened to be at 5th Avenue today where Superman was heroically saving Metropolis.”

“And give you a chance to win the bet?” He shakes his head, his dimple catching the light. “I’m not making it that easy.”

“I never said I wanted easy. Speaking of which, I have some evidence to dig up. And the suspect shouldn’t be in the premise while I’m uncovering his dirty secrets.”

He blinks. “Wait, you’re kicking me out?”

“You’re the one who betted 50 dollars against me.” You smile sweetly. “I’ve got less than 7 days to prove you wrong.”

“Woah, hold on.” He grabs at your waist as you shimmy across the counter, pulling you back effortlessly into his vision. “Come on, I just got you to myself.”

“Should’ve thought better than to start war with me.” You tease.

He groans, his head falling in realisation of how serious you are about this.

“Giving up so easily?” You taunt.

“No way.” He shakes his head, locking eyes with you again with a soft gaze. “One more kiss, then I’ll go.”

“Needy.” You whisper. He rolls his eyes, but it doesn’t make the kiss any less sweet when he catches your lips, claiming your space and leaving behind nothing but the soft thoughts of him and his sweet warmth.

The next day, you have all of Clark’s previous articles laid out on your desk as Jimmy, Lois and Clark crowd around with mixtures of expressions. Mostly bewilderment and fearful awe. Pages are littered with highlights, annotations, and red underlines are scribbled across the front pages.

Jimmy whistles, knocking his elbow against Clark’s arm, who is staring uncomfortably at one particular picture where you’ve circled around Superman’s face.

“Ahem, ladies and gentlemen.” You cough, bringing two articles side by side. “What’s one pattern you’ll notice all throughout his articles?”

“A lack of adverbs?” Lois points out.

“Oh! Horrible picture choices!” Jimmy volunteers.

Clark’s expression contorts with disbelief, pushing at his glasses as he points at one of his articles. “What’s wrong with this picture?”

“I don’t know, ever heard of a focus point?” Lois, straight as ever, aims an arrow right at Clark’s self-esteem.

Clark moves to point at another article to defend himself and his photography skills, but you smack his hand away. He pretends to wince in pain, holding his hand close to his chest. “No touching the evidence.” You tease, before pushing the articles back into their original arrangements.

“The lack of a consistent time frame.” You answer. “Out of all ten articles, there has either been missing timestamps or inaccuracy to when the actual event took place.”

Clark blinks. “Well, it’s not like I have time to check the watch when Superman is in front of me.”

“Oh, so our recorders don’t tell us the time it was recorded, Smallvile?” You catch him.

“No, they do.” He stammers. “I was just tired, and I based it off my memory- it’s not like anyone would care if I said it was 3 when the event took place at 2.”

“You missed one person in your estimation, Clark.” Lois comments, a witty grin tossed to the former as Clark stares at her, unimpressed.

“Alright, it’s not all I got.” You continue. “Clark, since you’ve practically admitted that you do use a recorder for your interviews. Why don’t you show us a recorded interview of you and Superman?”

The tense silence that follows suit has Jimmy glancing at Clark. “Come on, man. What are you waiting for?”

You click your tongue. “Ah, but that’s the thing. He probably doesn’t have it-”

“I do.”

You blink once, then twice. “What?”

He pulls out his recorder, one you’re nearly hundred percent sure he never uses- and sets it down on the desk. Playing the recorder, there’s a cough heard through the microphone and Clark’s voice comes through.

“Superman, just a quick interview! What is your comment on the explosion that happened earlier?”

There’s a momentary pause, and you can’t believe it- but you hear Superman. A deeper voice comes through, confident and calm. “Well, it was a lucky thing that the Metropolis Fire Brigade are quick in their dispatch. Thanks to their help, I was able to focus on saving the civilians while they extinguished the fire..”

“The fire incident, wasn’t that just yesterday?” Jimmy thinks aloud. “You lucky bastard. Three times in a month now. We should show this off to the Daily Star. Clearly our journalists are better equipped-”

“Shush!” Lois hushes Jimmy with a smack of the arm as she listens in on the interview. “Wow, Superman really likes talking about himself, huh?”

Clark’s ears redden. “No, he doesn’t.”

You’re still trying to wrap around the fact that he has an interview with himself prepared on hand. If it was about the fire incident, that means he went on to have a fake interview just on the offhand that you would ask for evidence? You catch Clark’s small wink at you while the other two were engrossed in the fake interview.

“Time?” You mustered up in disbelief.

Clark’s smirk is practically evil as he shows you the recorder, and it says 5.15, just 10 minutes after the incident was reported all over the news. You can’t believe it- is that why he came later to your apartment, because he was committing to the bit, on the possibility that you’ll use it against him?

“Damn, guess you lost out on your hypothesis.” Jimmy adds salt to the wound, whistling a happy tune. Lois rolls her eyes, hitting Jimmy on the arm. “She’s still got six days left, I wouldn’t start celebrating so soon.”

Jimmy winces, grabbing his arm- trying to discreetly walk off when he catches your eye.

“Jims.” You smile sweetly. “Don’t think I forgot about our personal bet yesterday. Clark’s proven that he got an interview with Superman, pay up.”

Jimmy groans, shuffling to take the wallet out of his pants. “I’m not taking bets with you from this point forward.”

“You had another bet?” Clark blinks, staring at you in wonder.

“Gotta account for all the possibilities.” You wink. “Same time tomorrow, Clark. I’ll catch you soon enough.”

"I knew you were going to use the timeframe.” His hand snaps in the air, an infectious grin on his lips. “Should’ve seen the look on your face when I brought the recorder out. Priceless!”

You've come to realise your boyfriend loves misleading others. A little white lie. Maybe he's relieved he finally has someone to share this inside joke with, but he's practically wagging a happy tail whenever you play into it.

“Sometimes I think you like fighting with me.” You tease, leaning into the comfort of your couch.

“No, I just think it’s hot that you can fight with me at work, but I’m the one you come home to.”

Your jaw drops. “No way. Clark, you’re into role playing?”

“What’s that?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Of course you have no idea what it means.” His clueless, blinking eyes doesn’t help as you try to make him understand in a more serious manner. “It’s like you’re into crafting a fake storyline and playing into it like it’s real.”

“Oh.” He mouths. “Like theatre?”

Your laugh is outright booming, wiping away the tears as his face contorts in confusion. “Is it not?”

“Oh, you’re such a saint.” You gasped through quick breaths, trying to recover. “I don’t even know how to describe it to you.”

His frown deepens- he never could tolerate not knowing something. “I suppose I’ll just have to google it then.”

“Please do.” Your expression is practically begging, desperate to see his reaction. “You can even use my computer.”

His furrow in his brows stays as he shrugs, going over to your computer and typing it in.

“Oh!” Your hand clicks, pointing at him. “And add ‘couple activities’ behind it.”

He obliges, though the puzzlement grows in his expression, and clicks for the results. It’s silent, and you’re holding your breath- before you see that signature red pop in his ears, flooding them as his eyes widen.

“Wait-” He stammers. “That is not- I’m not-”

He calls out your name in protest as you cackle at his desperate expression. “Priceless.” You mock him. “Now that’s an expression I want to capture.”

He frowns, before his lips quirk up in a mischievous smirk. Your smile drops as he rises from the table, inching closer to you. “Wait, Clark. Whatever you’re about to do- don’t.”

Obviously, he doesn’t listen as he inches closer, and you try to make a grab for the pillows, but the 6’4 man tackles you, trapping you into the sofa with his chest pressing down yours.

“Clark!” You gasp as he knocks the breath out of you. “You’re insanely heavy! Get off!”

“Then apologise.” He hums, clearly not getting off anytime soon.

“You’re the most petty, evil man I’ve ever met, Superman.” You mock, refusing to give in.

“I’m just serving justice.” He whispers, batting his lashes as he continues to smile down at you, enjoying the close distance.

“Insanely petty.” You repeated, before sighing. “Fine, I’m sorry for suggesting that you like roleplaying. Now, please get off, you behemoth.”

“Hm, how about a kiss, then I’ll get off.” He adds onto the stakes, eyes crinkling at the corners- not bothering to hide his amusement.

“And greedy.” You mutter. “All the characteristics of an amazing hero, I presume.”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “Only for you.”

Your heart thumps, and you can’t deny he looks good on top of you like this. Only adding more perks to having Clark as your secret boyfriend, you suppose. As he leans in, waiting for your permission- you think you like the idea of keeping him all to yourself. Maybe he’s onto something about it being incredibly hot that despite all that happens at work, you get to come home to him at the end of the day.

You’re losing your marbles. Somehow, ever since the fire incident on Monday, Clark has been on his absolute best behaviour. He doesn’t leave haphazardly before everyone, staying the appropriate hours and typing away at his desk. He doesn’t pinch in anymore Superman interview drafts to Perry, working on Metropolis’s eco-saving streetlights of all things for his next article.

The clock is ticking, and at 4pm on Thursday, you’re running out of flaws to pick at. You’ll give him the credit, it’s no surprise that no one’s deduced that he’s Superman, with how good of an act he puts on. It’s like a magic act that you’re the singular audience to, with the way he fumbles with the lift buttons, checking constantly to see if he’s at the right floor. Or bumping into his desk when he’s holding two coffee cups.

You stare at him, eyes narrowed as you think of what to do. The past week hasn’t gotten you any closer to winning the bet, only making you look like an obsessed maniac over his antics. The man has the audacity to hum a happy tune, knowing your laser focus is pinned on him.

“Seems like someone’s losing a bet.” Jimmy teases in a singsong tone, stopping by your desk as he tugs on the strap of his camera over his neck, ready to head out to capture his latest story.

“Jims, I will not let you forget how you lost your wager against me not even twenty-four hours after you set it just this Tuesday.” You call out absentmindedly, still staring at your boyfriend- no in the workplace, it’s strictly Clark.

“Ouch, you’re icy today.” He huffs, before he lights up again. “That means you’ve got nothing.”

“Jimmy- how much is that camera of yours?” You smile sweetly. You can time the way his face pales, and he mumbles about having to go and turns with a tail between his legs.

Pinching at your nose bridge, you push away from your desk and decide to head towards the break room. Maybe it’ll give you some thinking space, instead of staring at Clark’s perfect disguise. The number of times he’s adjusted his glasses without anyone looking, you wonder who’s working harder here. You or him. Grabbing a mug, you toggle the sink tap and let the water run to wash the dust that’s gathered at the bottom. Maybe you should just give in, you ponder as the water runs. It feels like you’re running in circles trying to find proof to win the bet, only to end up with nothing in your hands.

You don’t notice the creak of the door opening, not till you feel a familiar warmth behind you, and a large hand that takes the mug out of your soaked palms.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you this distracted.” Clark’s voice rumbles near your ear, as he pours the water away. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Nice one, Clark.” You scoff, turning around as he places the mug at the side, both hands trapping you into the tiny space. “Think your act can compete for the Oscars?”

“What act?” He murmurs, looking down at you with an innocent look.

“Aren’t you worried what our coworkers will think with the position you’ve put me in?” You murmur, tilting your head.

He hums. “I don’t know, I think they wouldn’t be surprised.”

Your expression wrinkles in puzzlement. “Why?”

“I think on the paper, you look like you’re obsessed with me.” He teases.

Rolling your eyes, your hands reach to push at his chest playfully- only for him to grab them, rubbing soothingly over your knuckles.

“And I think-” He continues. “That it’s time I show them that it’s the other way around.”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, do you mean you want to tell them?”

“Not exactly.” He murmurs. “I want to get to do it again. Asking you on out on the first date. The first kiss.”

You grin manically. “So, you are into roleplaying.”

He opens his lips to object, but you cut him to it first. “How exactly do you plan on doing it?”

His own smirk tells you he’s been planning this for awhile.

It’s officially Friday, and Jimmy might be the happiest man in the Daily Planet. “Hand me my 20 bucks, Lois.”

“It’s not even the end of the day yet!” She protests.

“What?” Jimmy huffs. “Like she’s going to get evidence in less than three hours? It’ll take a miracle for that to happen-”

Papers are placed on your desk, in a gentle manner that could only come from one person. All three of you snap your heads to Clark, who is pushing his glasses up against his nose bridge, clearing his throat.

Your brow furrows as you wheel away from your computer to the compiled documents. “Clark, what is this?” You take the papers into your own hands, looking through the text. Shock crosses your face as you flip through the pages. You knew he was planning something for the epic finale- but you didn’t expect it to be this detailed.

“Evidence.” He replied. “That I’m acquaintances with Superman.”

Jimmy’s jaw drops. “No way you just gave in like that. My 20 bucks- dude, c’mon!”

“Why?” You flip through the last page, eyes flickering up to meet his. “What’s your endgame here, Clark?”

He breathes in, and you can’t believe it. Is he nervous to do it the second time? Your boyfriend may be the most adorable man to walk the Earth.

“There’s something I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time.” His expression has changed. It’s not the same as when he lies through his teeth when asked about his interviews with Superman, or when he makes up some excuse as to why he’s late for the millionth time. No, it looks just like his first, when he spilled it out to you that he liked you.

“I’ve been trying to think of all the right ways to do this, but I think that’s made me wait for too long.” He admits. “I should’ve known since the first time I saw you, that I was going to fall for you. Hard. It’s not just the words you write on the paper, or the way you bring life into stories. It’s your determination to see the truth, and how you never let anything dissuade you. You fight for what’s right, even if you have to be the first to stand for it. I admired you, not just as a journalist, but as a person.”

It’s not the first time he’s complimented you, but to hear him say this- you can’t help feeling emotional. He could’ve just asked you out for dinner to go along with his plan, but he’s putting his feelings into words- reminding you what he loves about you. Clark Kent was never someone to do something half-heartedly.

“Then, I realised it wasn’t just admiration that I was feeling.” He murmurs, staring at you like you’re the only person in the room. “I developed feelings for you, and it’s only grown since then. Every moment I get to spend with you, every day-” The word is an emphasis. Not just before you both started dating, but since then too- he seems to promise. “I like you more every day.”

Staring at him, it takes you too long to realise there were other eyes on you too, waiting for your response. Blinking away the wet in your eyes, you feel the heat in your cheeks as you muster up a response. “Is this you asking me out, Clark?”

He smiles softly. “Yes, this is me asking you out.”

“No way.” Jimmy gasps. “Lois- 50 bucks!”

Groaning, Lois slams the cash into his hands. “Couldn’t have waited till next month, Clark?”

Both you and Clark turn in confusion. “You betted on this?”

“I was rooting since day one where you were berating him for spilling coffee on your shirt, and he looked at you like you were the reason the Daily Planet exists.” Jimmy shrugs, stuffing the bills into his wallet with a grin. “Called it the moment you both started your own bet that someone was going to break soon. Just earned back all my losses, that’s Jimmy Olsen for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to counter him. “Okay, I don’t think he liked me from the first day-”

“I did.” Clark cuts in. Blinking, you turn to him give him an inquisitive look. You could’ve sworn he said he liked you later than the first day. He merely winks at you, a corner of his lips twitching up whenever he does. “Can’t have you guessing everything right.”

Your lips part in disbelief. You are so going to interrogate him for the proper details when you both get home. After your planned fake first date, that is. He was very ecstatic about it; it’s not like you could tell him to put it off when he seems to have everything figured out. Yet, he tells you that he isn't into roleplaying.

Your hands are filled, one holding onto the bouquet he’s gifted you after your second ‘first date’, and the other onto his arm as he guides you by your back, shutting the door behind him and maneuvering into the space of your apartment as he kisses you.

“I’d say today was an epic success.” You hum against his lips. “Aside from the fact that you should’ve let me pay for at least the drinks. I still owe you the bet money.”

He backs away just enough to cast you the most offended expression you've ever seen. “Why would I let you pay for anything on our second ‘first date’? That’ll be a horrible impression.”

“Then how shall I repay you?” You tease, setting the flowers at the table, making a mental reminder to put them in a vase after a shower.

Slithering his hand around your waist and kissing your neck, his voice rumbles against your skin. “I can think of some ways.”

You laugh, hitting his side as you turn around. “By the way, you definitely win best actor today. Your fake confession nearly had me in actual tears.”

“Nothing about it was fake.” He murmurs. "I just said what I felt."

Your eyes soften, and he only pulls you into a hug, letting you rest against his chest. “It was nice.” You mutter. “Hearing you say all those things.”

“What kind of boyfriend will I be if I don’t let my girlfriend know just how much I love her?” He responds in such an assuring tone, rubbing the small of your back. “Since I didn't get to say it properly in the office, here it is. I love you.”

Now that Clark Kent was officially your boyfriend to the world, you think you might be the luckiest girl to exist. It was a rollercoaster of a week, but there’s no one else you would want as your partner in crime but him. Smiling up at him, you don't hesitate a second to return the sentiment. “I love you too, Smallvile.”

"I can't wait to kiss you in the office." He sighs, as if already imagining it has him excited.

"Did our 'no kissing in the breakroom' policy break you that much?"

"Yes." He answers so quickly, you're nearly stunned. "Can you imagine me seeing my incredibly talented girlfriend call me out, and I don't get to kiss her for it? Absolute torture."

"Is that why you sped up the office knowing about us?" You tease.

"Part of it." He murmurs. "But I don't think I can take any longer of others not knowing just how much I adore you. You deserve to be loved loudly. It was only a matter of time."

You don't know how he does it, saying all the right things and meaning it so genuinely. "I'm lucky to have you."

"That makes two of us." He affirms, cupping your face with his hand. Placing the softest kiss on your forehead, he looks at you with that sparkle in his eyes, admiring you. "You don't need to repay me for anything, I never cared for the bet money."

His eyes soften. "I already won the best thing I could ever have."

a/n: tumblr decided to shut down on me and glitch out on last night's upload so i had to do it again oh wells. 😞 hope you enjoyed reading! i had to do something inspired by the kitchen scene i had to

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spideysbruh · 18 hours ago

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Tiktoks

It’s very rare for Y/n and Timothée to have some downtime in between work at the same time.

But when they do, Y/n makes the most of it. She spends as much time with him as she can… and she makes TikToks. Tons of TikToks.

She loves watching them back and seeing how in love they are with each other, she loves seeing people's reactions to their stories, and she loves that he's always so willing to film anything with her.

With this good amount of free time, she has a list of trends/pranks (some old, some newer) to do with her boyfriend.

“Timmyyyyy.” She whines, setting up her phone on the counter and hitting record already as he walks into the room.

“Yes, my love?” He asks, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

“Come try this cookie from Crumbl with me for TikTok.” She smiles, gesturing to the cookie in front of her.

“Okay,” He replies, moving to sit next to her as she turns to the camera. “The last one tasted like shit, so this one better be good.”

She giggles and looks at her phone, “Hey guys! So I'm here with my current boyfriend and today-”

“UMMMMMM.” He yells, making her turn to him and quirk an eyebrow. “Nah uh.” He stands up and paces back and forth as she tries to hold in her laughter.

“What? Can you sit back down so we can try this, please?”

“I'm not your current boyfriend. I'm your only boyfriend. Your future husband. The love of your life.”

“I said boyfriend.” She shrugged, feigning confusion.

“No, you said current boyfriend. Meaning you'll have a different one in the future.” He replies, his hands on his hips as he walks back over to her. He teasingly gets close to her face and stares her down, making her break and start giggling.

“Okay okay I'm sorry. It won't happen again.” She laughs, Timothée huffs.

“It better not.” He says, leaning in and gently kissing her nose.

She giggles and stops recording, “Oh my god, you're so cute, babe.”

He raises an eyebrow and watches as she grabs her phone, “Wait, are we gonna try this?” He wonders, pouting a bit.

She smiles and looks up at him, “You still want to?”

“Of course! It looks good.” He shrugs, she chuckles and pats the chair for him to sit down.

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timmyslaurie thank god he didnt overreact

leesbones he said “your future husband” IM SO SINGLEEE

“Babe.”

“Hmm?” He looks away from the TV to her and smiles.

“Come over here and rank how mad you'd be if someone said this to me.” She says, sitting up from the couch as he goes over and sits down next to her.

Timothée sighs and rests his head on her shoulder as she starts to record and the filter stops on the first one, ‘You have a pretty smile’ "It's true, but four.” He shakes his head and Y/n laughs at how irritated he's getting already.

‘I feel safe with you.’ “Who's fucking saying this to you?” He grumbles, Y/n giggles and the camera shakes.

“Just like some guy at a bar or something, I dunno.” She shrugs, meeting his eyes as he quirks an eyebrow.

“Well- where am I?” He wonders, scooting closer to her.

“Baby! I don't know, you went to the bathroom or something.” She laughs, "Now what number?”

“Fucking… three!” She giggles and clicks her screen as the next one pops up. ‘I smile when I think of you’

“Fuck that. Two. Why is he thinking of you? Fucking…”

She laughs at how annoyed he is, ‘You remind me of this song’

“That's fucking weird.. but like seven.” He mumbles, ‘I feel like I can tell you anything’

“Ugh.” He rolls his eyes, “Five.”

‘I love your natural hair’

“Oh that's fine, that's nice. Ten.” He nods, Y/n snorts at the mood change, and they continue.

‘You are gorgeous’

“It's true, but like what the fuck… Six? I'm- I'm waiting for one that's gonna be like just UGHHGG, y'know?”

“I do, I do.” She laughs

‘You don't look your age’

“Nine. It's true.” He nods.

“Only two spots left.” She hums.

‘I love your laugh’

“Eight. Your laugh is the best.”

“This last one is number oneee.” She says.

‘You smell so good’

“Yes the fuck it is.” He groans, “He shouldn't be close enough to even fucking say that.”

Y/n laughs and ends the video, watching it back and posting it.

“I swear you do these to get me mad on purpose.” He chuckles, kissing her cheek.

She giggles and kisses him lightly, cuddling into him.

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rolemodelyn I LOVE JEALOUS BOYFRIENDS

timmyynchild the way his head was on her shoulder 🥺🥺🥺

filmyyn he was just mad the whole time i love it

spideyyn why is the smile fourth but the laugh is eight ?

y/n idek tbh

“Hey baby, you wanna get wet today?” She asks him as she sets up a chair and pulls the hose out in their backyard.

He looks out from the porch and raises an eyebrow, “Like…” He smirks and she shakes her head, “Oh! Like water wet… not really, why my love?”

“Okay, just answer these questions right and you won't! Sit right here.” She pats the chair and he curiously sits down, watching as she sets up her phone.

“Okay, all you have to do is tell me whether this is princess treatment or bare minimum in a relationship.” She says, gripping the hose.

“Um, okay… I think I get it.” He nods, eyeing the hose.

She giggles, “Okay, is opening the door for your girlfriend bare minimum or princess treatment?”

“Bare minimum! I do that!” He exclaims, she laughs, and nods.

“Yes you do, okay, writing love letters.”

“There's no way that's bare minimum. Do you want me to do that?!” He wonders as she teasingly points the hose at him.

“I mean, it would be nice. But yeah I put princess treatment.” She agrees and he laughs.

“I wouldn't mind a fucking love letter.” He mumbles, she snorts and continues on.

“Okay, tying my shoes… bare minimum or princess treatment?”

He ponders, “I do that, but… I'd say princess treatment.” He flinches as he waits for the water to hit him, but she just laughs.

“I agree, some might not but I don't expect you to always do that.” She replies and he nods, “I mean, don't stop, though.” He laughs at that and she continues, “Buying me flowers for no reason, bare minimum or-”

“That's bare minimum! Whenever I see any pretty flowers I'm immediately getting them for you.” He answers and she nods.

“You're so good at this, babe.”

“I try my best.” He laughs, waiting for the next one.

“Paying for my nails?”

He hums, “I'd say… princess treatment?”

She groans, “Can you please get one wrong? I want to spray you!”

“Oh I'm sorry that I'm such a good boyfriend, baby!” He exclaims, she giggles and presses on the nozzle, spraying him with water for a second.

“Oops.” She shrugs and he laughs.

“You're lucky I love you.”

She giggles and gives up on the video, posting it.

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ynsheadphone i hope yall find out you’re cousins 🙂

arrakisdune they’re so perfect together 😭😭 they agree on everything

wallowsyn telling myself this is ai for my mental health ty 🙏🏽🥰🥰

The next day, Timothée is lounging on the couch, reading a book when Y/n sits down on the floor in front of him and starts recording, “Hey guys! So a lot of you have been asking about the rules that my boyfriend has for me, so I'm just gonna list a couple of the main ones.”

Timothée quirks an eyebrow and looks over at her for a second, but doesn't say anything as she continues.

“So the first rule is that I can't wear makeup if he's not going to be with me.” Timothée's head shoots back up at that, “He says I'm prettier with it on so-”

“That's not true!”

“So I can't look that pretty when he's not around, especially if there's going to be other guys around.”

“Bro what?!”

She ignores him and continues, “The second rule is that I have to give him my phone at least once a month and he goes through it and blocks any man that he thinks I shouldn't follow or talk to-”

“Baby! That's literally fucking crazy!” He chuckles, sitting up and trying to meet her eyes but she keeps her stare on her phone.

“And that includes any male cousins or family members, if I'm not close with them I have to block them.”

He shakes his head and stands up, walking behind the couch and watching her, “Okayyyy! You're fucking with me.”

“The next rule is that I can't cut my hair short because I'm a girl, and he thinks my long hair is sexy. Anything above my shoulders is too short-”

“That's not true-”

“The last one I wrote down was-”

“You wrote these down?!”

“He tracks the food I eat, if I exceed a certain amount of calories in one day, a meal is deducted from the next day-”

“Oh don't forget to tell them that you also can't fucking breathe if I'm not there.” He teases, which breaks her, and she starts laughing. He chuckles and walks up behind her, pulling her towards his legs as she reaches for her phone.

“How'd you think of those? Do guys actually do that?”

“Probably. Men are evil.” She sighs as she ends the video.

He bends down and kisses her head, “You're so funny.”

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womanyn “that’s not true-” the cut off every time im crying

lucyyn the way he admits to it… get out of there girl 😔😔

cinemayn why’d he let you keep going though 😭😭

y/n he knows better than to silence women

paulslee he keeps interrupting you omg… let us know if you need help

Later that night, they're eating dinner and watching a movie, and she secretly starts recording him before she asks her question.

“Hey baby?” She says, looking over at him as he bites his food.

“Yes, darling?” He hums, meeting her eyes as she prepares to ask him her question.

“Do you think I could be on the cover of Vogue?” She asks timidly, looking down at her plate so he thinks she's serious.

“Um yes, of course. Why, did they call you?!” He grins, putting his plate down and scooting closer to her.

She laughs and shakes her head, “No, but… do you think I'm pretty enough to be on the cover?”

Timothée teasingly rolls his eyes and nods, “You're kidding, right? You're like the most beautiful woman in the world, of course you could be on the cover.”

Y/n finds herself blushing at his words and smiles, “Yeah?”

He nods and leans forward and kisses her, her phone dropping to the floor, but neither of them cares.

“You can do anything you want, baby.” He says against her lips, she giggles and kisses him again.

“I love you.” She mumbles, he moves her plate out of the way, and hovers over her as he kisses down her neck.

“I love you way more.”

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sexyyn IT'S THAT EASY

cinemyn “did they call you?” LMAOOOO AWWWW HES SO CUTE

ynssocks “the most beautiful woman in the world” so there are other women outside of the world that are prettier? wow…. Just wow.

y/n brb gonna break up with him

A couple of days later, she once again sneakily records him as they're lying down watching a movie and he's eating a snack.

The plate is on his lap, right next to his phone, so she takes the opportunity to record yet another TikTok.

She sighs and reaches for his phone, to which he shoots away from her and quickly grabs his plate, “Bro! I literally asked you if you wanted any pizza rolls, and you said no!” He exclaims with a teasing tone.

She snorts and lets out a laugh as he guards the plate, holding it close to his chest.

“I just wanted to see your phone!” She giggles, he hums and leans back toward her, grabbing his phone from the cushion and handing it to her.

“What, you gotta Google something?” He wonders, “Where's yours at? Didn't you just have it?”

She shrugs and fakes looking around for it, “No, I just wanted to look through yours.”

He quirks an eyebrow at that, as they haven't really ever looked through each other's phones before. They know each other's passwords, but that's more for when one is driving and can't use it or something.

He shrugs, “Okay.”

She giggles, “That's fine?”

He bites into another pizza roll and nods, “Yeah? Why wouldn't it be?”

She chuckles, “I love you.” She leans over and kisses his cheek before grabbing her phone from where it was leaning against her leg to record.

“Oh my god! Another TikTok? What was even the point of that one?” He jokes, kissing her lips before she moves away again.

“To see if you were cheating, or had something to hide from me on it.”

“How could I possibly do better than you?” He laughs.

Her heart swells at that, and she stops recording.

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musicyn HE SAID HOW COULD HE DO BETTER THAN HER 😭😭😭😪😪😪

paultimmy and we're out here arguing about snap scores….

60syn he grabbed his plate so quick im cryingg

shawnmendes HAHAHAHAA

sombryn mind you, he cheated on her.. not so funny

pinkyyn they probably had this exact situation happen but it went so bad so quick 😭😭💀

Timothée is away filming when Y/n and her best friend Kate are having a sleepover, and she brings up another trend she saw going around.

“You should call Timmy and tell him goodnight.” She giggles as they lounge on the couch after eating takeout.

“Oh my god, those are so funny.” She laughs, “Does he even have my number?”

Y/n thinks, “I dunno actually.. he has to, right? I've been with him for like six years, he probably has my best friend's number. I have his best friend's number!”

The two laugh, and Y/n records as Kate starts to call him and puts it on speaker.

The call goes to voicemail, making the girls crack up, “He definitely doesn't have my number saved.” Kate giggles and calls again.

“Hello?” He answers after a couple of rings.

“Hey, Timmy. It's Kate.” She says, shutting her eyes to stop herself from laughing. Y/n covers her mouth to hide her little laughs.

“Kate who?”

“Kate, Y/n's best friend.” She says, feigning offense.

“Oh oh ohhhh! I'm sorry, it didn't click in my head ahaha.” He awkwardly laughs and Y/n's heart swells at how sweet he is.

“All good, I-”

“Yeah, what's up? Is y/n okay?” He asks, and Y/n whines at that, leaning in closer to Kate. “She had said you guys were gonna have a girls' night.”

“Oh yeah, yeah she's okay. That's happening tomorrow, looking forward to it.” She lies, looking at Y/n and raising an eyebrow.

“Oh! I got my days mixed up aha… so why are you calling?”

“I just wanted to say goodnight.” She replies smoothly, Y/n snorts as there's no response. But her phone dings.

It's a text from Timothée.

Maud’dib😍- yooooo Kate is calling me rn just to tell me goodnight… weird, right?

“Um… you wanted to tell me goodnight?” He replies, Y/n points at her phone and mouths that he texted her.

Kate is quick, “Yeah. I-”

“Why?” Timothée is quicker.

“Well- why not?”

“That's weird, man. I'm not someone you call to say goodnight to. You actually don't ever have to tell me goodnight, ever.”

Y/n covers her mouth in shock and nods her head. This is such a better reaction than she thought he would have. He's kind, but can be stern when necessary.

He's the one.

“Well, sorry that I care about you having a good night.” Kate fake scoffs, quietly laughing.

“That's just weird. If the roles were reversed right now, you know that'd be fucking weird.”

“It doesn't have to be-”

“Nah nah nah. You're really gonna do Y/n like this? She would never do this to you, I- I'm not doing this-” He chuckles and then the line goes dead.

The girls burst out laughing and Y/n wipes her eyes, “That was crazyyyy. Dude, we gotta call him back-”

Y/n is cut off by her phone ringing, “Oh shit, it's Timothée!” She exhales before answering, “Hey baby, what's up?”

“Did you see my text?” He asks immediately.

“Yeah, I was about to reply to it, but what do you mean?”

“I meannnnn that she fucking called me and told me goodnight and when I told her that it was weird, she tried to play it off as no big deal!” He exclaims, Y/n and Kate struggle to keep their laughs in.

“What? Why would she do that?”

“I have literally no fucking clue, I didn't even know it was her calling at first… baby, I would talk to her if I were you. You're having your girls' night tomorrow, see if she brings it up or something. Talk to her about it, please!” Y/n pouts at how frantic he's getting; he's been put through the ringer with these videos recently.

“Okay, baby- Timothée, I'm sorry.” She says, not wanting to keep it going any longer.

“Why are you apologizing?”

She whines at his words, “Because this was all a joke, baby. It was for a tiktok!” She admits and hears him sigh over the phone.

“Babe… thank fucking god! So your girls night was today!” He exclaims, she giggles.

“Yes it was tonight, Kate is right here next to me.”

Kate leans over to speak, “Hi Timmy! I'm sorry, it was definitely one of the weirdest moments of my life!”

“Of yours? Imagine how I felt!” He replies, “Oh my godddd, I was literally thinking like ‘this girl is insaneeee’ ahaha. Soooo fucking uncomfortable.”

“I can't believe you texted me while still on the phone with her.” Y/n laughs.

“I- yeah, of course! If I didn't then there'd be a problem.” He chuckles, “Okay baby, I gotta get some sleep. Goodnight my love.”

Y/n pouts, “Goodnight Timmy, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Yeah, goodnight Timothée!” Kate jokes, Y/n laughs and playfully shoves her.

“Very funny girls, have fun. I'll call you tomorrow, baby!”

“Okay, darling.” She smiles and they hang up. “Ugh, I miss him.” She sighs, leaning back against the couch as Kate goes to hug her.

“You guys are adorable, it's disgusting.”

Y/n frowns and hugs Kate back.

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sallyyn SEE FELLAS IS THIS SO HARD ?!?!?!

marvelyn brooo he was so mad 😭😭💀 he was ready to call yn right after and tell her LOL

timmysgrandchild he was soooo quick to shut that down ughhhhh I love him.

y/n me too bro, me too!

tchalamet literally the most uncomfortable moment of my life… and I've had to ride sandworms in the desert.

y/n i love youuuuuu

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