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PROMPTS

ANGRY: ( a ) is angry at ( b ) for the first time
BED: ( a ) and ( b ) share a bed for the first time
CAR: ( a ) shares a ride with ( b ) for the first time
COOKING: ( a ) cooks for ( b ) for the first time
CRYING: ( a ) sees ( b ) crying for the first time
DATE: ( a ) asks ( b ) out on a date for the first time
DRUNK: ( a ) drunk calls/texts ( b ) for the first time
FLOWERS: ( a ) gives ( b ) flowers for the first time
HAND: ( a ) touches/holds ( b )’s hand for the first time
HEARTFELT: ( a ) sends ( b ) a heartfelt text/audio for the first time
HUG: ( a ) hugs ( b ) for the first time
HURT: ( a ) sees ( b ) hurt for the first time
HOME: ( a ) goes to ( b )’s home for the first time MESS ( a ) sees ( b ) in a messy state for the first time
JOURNAL: ( a ) writes about ( b ) in their journal for the first time
SAFE: ( a ) feels safe around ( b ) for the first time
SEEN: ( a ) sees ( b ) for the first time
SICK: ( a ) sees ( b ) sick for the first time
SNOOZE: ( a ) falls asleep on ( b ) for the first time
SUN: ( a ) and ( b ) watch the sunrise together for the first time
TEXT: ( a ) texts ( b ) first after a long silence for the first time
UPSET: ( a ) sends ( b ) an upset text/audio for the first time

+ MIX IT UP. SEND A SYMBOL IN RESPONSE TO MY TOP-LEVEL FOR MY CHARACTER TO:

😘 kiss your character for the first time
🤗 hug your character for the first time
😢 cry in front of your character for the first time
👫 hold your character’s hand for the first time
👊 hit your character for the first time
🍔 cook for your character for the first time
🍻 get drunk with/in front of your character for the first time
🎤 sing in front of your character for the first time
🎨 show your character a special talent for the first time
🏡 go to your character’s house for the first time
✈️ travel with your character for the first time
🛌 sleep with your character for the first time
❤️ tell your character "I love you" for the first time
🖤 tell your character "I hate you" for the first time
🩹 be injured in front of your character for the first time
🚑 go to the hospital with/for your character for the first time
🎁 give your character a gift for the first time

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(So this is what it felt like to be loved without limits. Rumi felt tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes and almost wished she could keep better control of her emotions, but she had never felt quite like this before, maybe it made sense that she needed time to become accustomed to it all.

She didn't hesitate to allow Clark into her personal space, leaning into him like he'd touched her like this a thousand times before, meeting his blue eyes with her brown, a similar warmth in both gazes. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she met it easily, making a soft, pleased noise against his lips.

Yes, this absolutely made her happy. And when he deepened the kiss again, let her taste him a bit more fully, Rumi found herself a little dizzy from it.

When she was able to speak again, her voice was just a touch dazed, just slightly breathless.)

Food's gonna get cold.

[Having grown up with loving, supportive parents Clark didn’t quite understand what this all meant to Rumi but he could tell that it meant a lot. The way she folded into his arms for those first moments had felt special beyond just their first time doing that. But he was never going to hesitate to shower her with this sort of affection, to make sure she knew every moment that he adored and cherished her. When those beautiful brown eyes of her looked up at him he wanted her to see nothing but utter devotion reflected back at him.

In that moment something within him shifted. Clark HAD been worried that she would reject him for being an alien and he’d lose her. But now he hoped, he hoped so badly, that she wouldn’t think any less of herself for the fact that he was an alien. Protecting her heart was more important than his own.

But that was for later. It was definitely not for doing on an empty stomach, that was for sure. So reluctantly again he pulled back and nodded.]

Right, can’t have the food getting cold. So let’s eat and then we can talk about your plans and what we should do for the next few days. I want to see all your favorite spots in the city. Anywhere you go regularly too so I can picture it when we’re in the phone.

(After a lifetime being told that she had to hide who she was and never, ever show any weakness, being held and comforted by a man who encouraged her to just be her was quite an emotional whiplash. Rumi didn't know what was the right move to make, but she knew that she was exhausted from holding so much inside. And maybe - maybe she could tell Clark. Maybe he wouldn't look at her with revulsion and tell her that he wanted nothing to do with her. Maybe - maybe this could work, after all.

She didn't want to get her hopes up too high, lest they be dashed in the instant that she was fully honest with him, but it was difficult to keep that hope at bay when he was looking at her like she was something precious and worthy of such delicate care. Rumi knew that she had to tell him sooner rather than later. It wouldn't be fair to keep anything from him any longer when he was so genuinely and earnestly taking care of her when they were meant to be having fun.

Soon. He deserved that much.

She straightened back up with a soft sigh, again glancing at the selection of food in front of them.)

Oh, don't worry, I have a list. I'm gonna make sure we see and do all the things you'll enjoy the most - and take lots of pictures together while doing it. I want to remember this always.

Good, because I’m ready to boom the next trip out here already. Things the best time I’ve ever had in my entire life. Juuuust don’t tell Jimmy that or he might get jealous.

[He smiled down at her one last time before kissing her forehead and stepping back. He DID want to eat some of the food. As much as they wanted to just hold and kiss each other they needed to learn how to be in the presence of each other and eat so that they didn’t die. That was pretty key. So Clark had a seat and looked at all the food before him. The hamburger DID look tasty but he’d try that later. First, he wanted some Korean food.]

Okay, so which one would you start with? And do you start with your favorite or end with it? Or should I try a bit of everything to figure out what I like best?

Clark. Just tell me the dates and we'll take care of everything else! And I'll make sure you bring Jimmy something nice so he doesn't get too jealous. Lois, too.

(With great reluctance, Rumi did manage to pull away from Clark, humming softly as she again perused the plates sitting in front of them, trying to figure out what to start him with first.)

Oh, the rules of propriety don't exist right now. I would say your best bet is trying a little bit of what you think looks best. When we actually go out, I'll explain how things should be done, but for right now, I really just want you to enjoy yourself.

Let’s make sure I actually end up leaving the country after this trip. At this rate I’m not going to.

…

Which is mostly a joke because that would be very illegal but you get the idea.

[The idea was that Clark never wanted to be away from her for very long again. That would be a lot easier to manage once he explained to her that he was an alien who could fly at super speed, so that meant he could come visit her every few days. Which was also technically illegal but in a way that didn’t make Clark feel super guilty about breaking. Besides, there was no way he wouldn’t be able to rush and see Rumi if she said she’d really like a hug or just to see him. So… once he shared his life-altering secret that could make her run away… if she didn’t run away he could point out some positive of it.

But that was later. At least until after food.]

Okay, let’s dig in then. Korean food first!

[Clark had some of each dish, letting Rumi explain how to eat them or some history behind each other dishes. He asked which were her favorites or if there were any that she really didn’t like. By the time he was done sampling all of them he went back and ate more of the ones that he really liked. And some more of the ones that he didn’t really like but were still good. By the time he was done he flopped back on the bed, very full.]

Okay. I think I’m officially too full to move.

(Rumi gently chided Clark not to get in trouble on her behalf, assuring him that they'd figure it out. Truth be told, she didn't entirely love the idea of regular transatlantic flights to see each other - especially if the burden of travel would have to be placed on him because she was simply too busy to take the time off to come see him. Life was a little unfair in that way.

But, yes, she got the idea and she felt much the same. If only this next few days could last forever. If only it would't have to come to an end as quickly as it had began. If only.

For the moment, they had food to concentrate on and enjoy. Rumi was impressed by Clark's willingness to try everything, even when her initial explanation of what it was caused him a little uncertainty. The way his nose wrinkled was super cute, though, and she got a great deal of pleasure from.

They ate. And then ate some more. And then ate a little more after that until neither had any more room to put anything else away. Rumi groaned softly as she piled the plates back onto the room service cart as nicely as possible and wheeled it out into the hallway. She quickly called the front desk to let them know to come retrieve it.

And finally - finally! once that was done and over with, she took the opportunity to collapse right next to Clark on the bed with a happy sigh, allowin herself to act without overthinking for once, curling up close to his side, her hand resting gently on his chest, content to feel his hearbeat beneath her fingertips.)

Good, huh?

Yeah, you’re pretty perfect.

[Clark knew that wasn’t what Rumi meant but he was just going to take it that way. She couldn’t expect him to do anything else when she was laying next to him like that, right? Shifting just a bit he slid one of his arms under her so that he could pull her closer to him. Right now that was all he cared about, just getting her as close as she could be.]

I think I like the bibimbap the best. But that might just be because the name is fun. But now I’m full and don’t need to move for… a long time. This has been the best day ever, Rumi.

[It almost felt too good to be true at this point. And he knew that might just be the looming “talk” that had to happen sometime that was making him feel that way but still. He didn’t know it was possible to be this happy and keep getting happier.]

(She wanted to argue the point, but decided against it. Rumi knew that Clark knew that she was far from perfect, but this wasn't the time for semantics, just sentiment. And the sentiment was so sweet that it had her blushing prettily in .2 seconds flat.)

So are you.

(Rumi also found no reason to protest as he gently pulled her all the closer to him, now facing each other rather than lying side by side. Why would she, when that was all she wanted, too? She nibbled at her bottom lip a little, wondering if it was too presumptuous to work them even closer still, but eventually the desire to act won out over propriety, and she blushed even harder as she curled a leg over his hip, maintaining another point of contact.)

That's my favorite, too. I mean, I will have to get up to change into something a little more comfortable at some point, but ... not yet.

(She exhaled softly, a long slow breath, then just took the opportunity to study Clark closely, like she was committing the sight of him to memory.)

Yeah. I don't know how it could be any better.

[Clark knew Rumi wasn’t perfect, no one was, but she was perfect for him and that was what mattered in the moment and what was important to him. It’s what he thought she probably meant when she said he was perfect as well. Clark was definitely going to take it as a win that she didn’t try to argue against him.

One of those ways she was perfect was when she hooked her leg over his hip and he made a happy sound. More points of contact with Rumi meant a happier Clark Kent. When she began to study him in earnest he felt his ears heat up a bit at the scrutiny but he didn’t actually mind. Rumi could look at him as much as she wanted.]

So what do we do tomorrow? I know we shouldn’t stay in the room all day and I want to go out with you. And I think, um, I think at some point we should talk about us? Just like… how we make this work! Because we both want to make this work!

[Also discuss the big issue he wanted to talk about but… he couldn’t say anything about that now. At least he didn’t want to.]

(Her goofy, smart, compassionate, beautiful boyfriend was right there with her and Rumi just wanted to luxuriate in his presence for as long as she possibly could. She'd need something to hold on to when the visit inevitably came to an end. Or their relationship did, but she was trying very pointedly not to think about that.

Failing, but trying nonetheless.)

When I can move again, I'll get my phone and we can look at my list. There's this really great open air market that we can visit? You can try some street food, look for souvenirs for your friends. That could be fun.

(Her heart dropped at the mention of talking about them, even though Clark quickly amended the statement to add that he only meant it in terms of logistics. Still, that would make for a perfect opportunity to talk about other things, too, and Rumi knew she wasn't ready for that.

She would never be ready for it.)

Ah. Yes ... us ... we should definitely have that talk. Y - yeah, we can do that, too.

Haha, yeah. Just the... normal sort of talk that normal sort of couples have. That sort of talk. Maybe over some hotteok? That was my favorite sweet thing. Second favorite sweet thing.

[Clark got why she would be reluctant to talk about the future, it meant thinking about him leaving or how hard it would be for them to see each other. Not a fun conversation to have in toward the beginning of their time together but necessary. For reasons that she wasn't aware of. But it was the right thing to do.]

But a market sounds like a lot of fun. And finding souvenirs would be good. Lois and Jimmy and Ma and Pa all really wanted something. I think Ma and Pa would really be touched if you helped pick out there gift. I've kind of talked about you to them a whole bunch. They know not to share who you are, and they won't slip up, but they want to know all about you.

[Ma and Pa had asked a lot about Rumi. A LOT. They kind of liked that he could go online and show them videos and interviews. Ma thought Rumi was gorgeous and Clark had to agree and Pa thought her music was kind of fun. It was a nice way to get them used to Rumi without Rumi actually having to be there.]

Normal things, right. I like normal things! We can talk about normal things over hotteok because that's what normal couples do. Talk about normal things! Um, yeah, that sounds good.

(What was normal - ? Her life was about as far from normal as possible, even if Clark didn't yet know. But he would, and soon, because they were going to talk about it and she was going to be honest, no matter how much it was going to hurt.

Rumi actually was looking forward to helping Clark pick out souvenirs. But when he mentioned his parents and how he had talked to them about her already and they would be touched if she helped decide their gifts, it was kind of a lot to process.

It broke her heart to consider their normal conversation going sideways once she showed him the truth of what she was and having to send him home to his friends and now his parents, too, only to tell them that hey, it just didn't work out.

She didn't know any of them, but that didn't seem fair, either. But she couldn't just not tell him! It would eventually come out, and depending on how long it took, that might just make the fallout that much worse.)

Oh, I'd ... I'd be honored ...

(Rumi couldn't keep a straight face forever, and once her voice cracked and the first tears slid down her cheeks, she couldn't hold the rest of them at bay. She tried to duck her head and hide, but she feared that it was all too obvious that she was ... overwhelmed.)

[She was crying. And not the happy tears of earlier either, he could tell that much. He shouldn't have mentioned his parents, clearly that was too much too soon and he should have reigned in his enthusiasm, not just in mentioning it to her but in talking to his parents so much about her when things were still so early in their relationship. Clark Kent had made Rumi cry and it ruined him. It felt like his heart was being shredded in two. But right now wasn't the time to talk about his feelings about this.]

I'm sorry, Rumi. I shouldn't have said so much to my parents. I know it's still early on and I didn't mean to put too much pressure on you. I shouldn't have done that.

[Clark forced him to push away his panic and worry and his self-loathing at what he'd done to her and just focus on making sure that she understood he was sorry and that it wouldn't happen again. Unfortunately it wasn't the sort of thing that could be walked back, he couldn't tell his parents to forget what he'd told them about Rumi, but he could prevent himself from making the same mistake.]

I don't mean to rush things, I promise. I'll pick out everyone's souvenir and I promise in the future I'll be more careful about what I say.

(Clark's voice was so subdued when he offered his apologies that he sounded like a complete stranger. And Rumi knew that she had done that to him, and it cut her to the core, because this, her tears, they had nothing to do with him more than her own worries and fears.

She had to fix this, and she had to do it now, before he started blaming himself for something that was out of his control even more. Rumi took a breath to try and center herself, shook her head as best she could manage from the position she was in, and forced herself to look at Clark.)

It's not that! It's - it's not that, Clark. I swear, it's not you. I - I just ... you surprised me and I didn't ... I didn't know how to react. You told your parents about me?

(She sniffled, wiping clumsily at her eyes with her free hand, her voice slowly evening out the more she spoke.)

I ... never knew my parents. I would have liked to introduce you to them, though. I think they would have liked you very much. Do you think ... your parents would like me?

(She had told Celine, who'd been her guardian since childhood, about Clark and that conversation hadn't gone as well as she would have liked. She had been warned that all he would ever be was a distraction, to end things before they got too serious, to focus on work work, all aspects of it.)

You didn't do anything wrong, I promise.

No wonder that seemed like a lot all at once. That you for sharing that with me.

[Clark reached up and helped her wipe her tears from her face, hands as gentle as he could possibly make them. There was absolutely no judgement in his voice. Honestly he was still sure that this was his fault because he should have slowed himself down a bit. And he absolutely can see how all his talk of parents might have seemed like a lot AND been hurtful.]

And I did tell them. Ma said you seem very nice and Pa said your music is pretty good for not having a banjo.

And they’re going to adore you. Because I adore you. And because… they took me in when I was a baby after my parents… were out of the picture.

[Clark wasn’t sure how to explain that he was adopted because… how do you explain your parents found you abandoned in a field in a space ship as a baby? But hopefully knowing that he didn’t know his birth parents would show her what type of people Ma and Pa were. He absolutely knew that they would love Rumi if they ever got to meet her. They’d treat her just like they had Clark all those years ago. If it ever got to the point. That was currently a big if though because… Clark being an alien seemed even more daunting now.]

But them liking you isn’t something you have to worry about at all.

Not how I imagined having this conversation, but I'm glad you know now.

(Rumi was grateful for Clark's careful caresses as he swept her remaining tears away. It was gentle and sweet and concerned, which exactly the person that Clark just was. Genuinely. Without any expectation of reciprocation or reward. This moment might have been difficult, but there was no one she would rather share it with.

Her soft laugh might've been a little watery still, but there was true amusement in it.)

I'll have to make him a list of songs that do feature classical instruments. And make sure to get your mom something really nice, too.

(He didn't have to say anything else. All he had to say was that his parents had taken him in and Rumi knew exactly how intimately Clark had knowledge of her own situation. They were similar in that.

She reached for his free hand to hold, offering a gentle, reassuring squeeze as if to say that she understand exactly where he was coming from and he didn't have to go on if the details were a conversation better had at another time. This was enough.)

I already know how lovely your parents must be, Clark, because they raised you, and I know how lovely you are. I hope I get to meet them someday and tell them so, too.

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Thank you for telling me. I want you to know you can tell me anything... or not! If you don't want to tell me certain things I trust you to have a good reason for that too!

[Haha, because hopefully she would understand the same and why he was only just now telling her about being an alien and not before? Lois hadn't been very happy that he'd kept it from her when she figured it out and Jimmy HAD figured it out years ago but trusted Clark had reasons for not saying anything so... it could go either way. Setting the groundwork for "understandably kept secrets" couldn't hurt, right?]

I think Pa would like that. And if you ever release a country music version of your songs you'd have at least... one sale. Two! Because I'd buy one too!

[Clark took a moment to imagine what that would be like and it was pretty amusing. Huntrix with some twang? Rumi dressed in jeans and boots with a flannel shirt and... okay. That was a very... nice image. One he would have to store away for one of the times that Rumi wasn't right here with him. Smiling back at her he returned the squeeze of her hand and leaned forward to kiss the tip of her nose.]

I'd like that. Someday! No rush. Right now we can just focus on us. I like focusing on us. Us feels... really good, Rumi.

I want to tell you everything. (You know, like the fact that she wasn't fully human and had demon powers that she was still discovering? Yeah, like that.) And I want you to know that you can tell me anything, too. I'll - I'll listen if you need me to, and I won't judge.

(She hoped that when she gathered the courage to tell Clark the truth, he would listen without judgement, too. Or more importantly, wouldn't look at her like he had never really known her at all, or like he was terrified of her and what she might do. Or, most importantly, didn't tell her he wanted nothing to do with her whatsoever.)

Of course you would, you're our biggest fan. I ... don't know about going country, but I can talk to the girls about it. There's nothing wrong with trying something new.

(Her smile widened slowly as he kissed the tip of her nose. Such a sweet gesture. Such a Clark gesture. Oh, she was so lucky to have this time with him, and she endeavored to enjoy it to the fullest.

Who knew what tomorrow was going to bring?)

Us is my favorite thing to be. You're ... pretty special to me, did you know that?

Right. Right. No judgement talking is the best way to talk to each other in a relationship. Un- unless I'm judging you for being so awesome. Which I am. In a good way. I've judged your amazing levels and they're off the charts. And I'm a journalist so you can trust that I'm telling the truth. Scouts honor. I'm... uh, I'm also an Eagle Scout in addition to being a journalist so... double truth.

[He was babbling again but generally she didn't seem to mind all that much when he did it. Besides, babbling about how great Rumi was, was really easy for him. So if he just thought about that and not about any talks he hoped that she'd not judge him for then maybe he'd be alright for a bit.]

And you know, I was kind of thinking that maybe you might be kind of a little find with me. There were a few clues here and there that you might not hate me.

[His tone was teasing, as he nuzzled her nose with his own. Rumi had never made it anything less than completely obvious she thought he was special from when they started officially dating. Honestly, she'd done it before then but just in different ways.]

Oh, and you're a good judge of being awesome? What are your qualifications exactly? (Rumi asked, gently poking at Clark's chest with a finger. Distraction. Distraction could only be a good thing at this point. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin the rest of the night with her unchecked emotions. This was supposed to be a good time. She hoped that they could just enjoy each other's company before it was time for the big confession. Just this one night without anything to worry about. It didn't seem like too much to ask for.) Eagle Scout or not, you may be a little biased because I am your girlfiend.

(And there it was - the first time she had called herself that while in Clark's presence. She hadn't overthought it. She hadn't talked herself out of it. She had said it like it was as easy as taking a breath, because it had been.)

A little fine with you? Clark Kent, don't you know that you're my favorite person in the world?

Um, excuse you, I am a very good judge of what's awesome. And for the record, I would like to say that you're my girlfriend because you're so awesome. And in no particular order... First off you're the most fun person I know, and I've met a lot of people. Including some who are very fun but you're the most fun by far. Second, you're brave. You perform in front of thousands of people all the time, not many people can do that, you know. Third, easily the most beautiful person on the planet. No one else even comes close to you. Fourth, you're so kind. Incredibly so. You give so much of yourself to make other people happy.

[Clark held the hand that poked him and brought it up to his lips, kissing her palm with each declaration of what made her amazing. He was absolutely sure that Rumi would be blushing from all of this but this is what happened when she called into question his credentials when it came to judging her.]

Hmmm, I don't know. What evidence would I have that I'm your most favorite versus someone you just sort of like?

[Clark was very, very clearly teasing her. He never doubted how special he was but he couldn't miss the opportunity to be just a little playful.]

You're pretty sure about all of that, huh?

(Some of Clark's pieces of proof were funny, some were serious, but taken in conjunction with the punctuating kisses to her palm did indeed create the perfect catalyst to set a blush off, slowly coloring her cheeks with every point made.

Oh, how she adored this man! Oh, how desperately she hoped that she would be given the chance to adore him for a long, long time to come.

Rumi hummed softly as she considered his question, gathering her own points in return.)

Hm ... I wake up early and sleep at odd hours just to have the chance to speak with you. I miss you all the time when we're not able to talk. I hug my stuffed animals and pretend they're you. Mira has called me 'goo-goo eyed' when I talk about you, which I can't deny but does make me sound a little bit like a cow, and ... would I really be here in this position with someone that I only liked just a little?

I adore you, Clark.

I she never been more sure of anything else in my life. Like I said- you are perfect for me.

[He punctuated each of those last words with a kiss. She looked so cute with the blush and he was in awe again over the fact that someone so incredible was with him. He would never. Ever get over it or take it for granted.

And when she started listing off ways she acted because of him? Things that she only did for him or in response to him? His heart soared. Selfishly that was the reason she was the best, because she could make him feel like that.]

All the for little old me, huh? I guess that you really do think that I’m special then. Although… which stuffed animals in particular do you hug? What’s the competition look like?

(Rumi believed him. She had no reason not to when Clark was looking at her like she was precious to him, and when he kissed her over and over again to help make his point. She hoped that she would remember this moment and how warm and comforted she felt for a long, long time to come.

Anybody would have been lucky to be cared about so fully.

She was glad that it was her and wished with everything that she was that this wouldn't be the only time they would have together like this, that the feelings that they shared would only grow with time, that they wouldn't shatter, wouldn't break apart.

Rumi laughed at the questions about her stuffed animals, letting herself again act without thinking too much, free hand slowly sliding up Clark's arm.)

Don't tell them I'm telling you this, but none of them compare to you. They're adorable, but nothing compares to you.

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