I hope you don't mind me picking up the prompt and basically derailing it in the third paragraph :-D

It was a regular day for me. I just left the cinema where I watched a movie with my new boyfriend. He was an office worker, with some martial arts skills he learned during school. One of his hobbies was muscle training, so he was pretty strong, skilled and pretty much perfect for the role of my sidekick. We wanted to go to a café next, but then we heard screams. He knew just as well as I did that I had work to do, so we started running. I don't even know why, but since he knew my secret hero identity, he always followed me to the battle. I was glad for it. More than once he kept some henchmen busy while I fought the boss, Recently I found the thrill of playing the Damsel in distress. You know, playing weak for a moment, letting him be the hero who saves me in the last minute before I can focus again and finish the actual fight. And our celebrations afterwards, usually in my flat, are always a pleasure, if you catch my drift. But this day was supposed to be different.

We arrived at the battlefield. A man was using some kind of telekinetic powers to attack a bank, the security guards were flying around, and he already tried to escape with the money. I caught a few guards with pillows of compressed air - that's my thing, I can shape and move air however I like - and built a wall of pressure to stop him. A car was suddenly thrown through the air, hitting a building to my right. It was far too heavy to be stopped by my power, but it didn't hit anybody directly. A few fragments from the building started to fall down, threatening to hit a woman, but my boyfriend jumped over, pushed her aside and managed to dodge the rock himself. I should have paid more attention because I didn't see what was happening in front of me before it was too late. Another car was flying towards me, like literally to my position. My first instinct was to stop it with air pressure. But just like the last one, it was too heavy, my ability didn't even slow it down. Of course, I thought that's it, I was about to lose. Then I saw a movement in the corner of my eye, my boyfriend rushing towards me.

I had closed my eyes, expecting the pain. Instead, the noise of crushing metal surrounded me. I hesitated, but managed to open my eyes to a scene I couldn't have imagined. In front of me was my boyfriend. But he was hovering a few feet above the ground, the car bent around his back. It looked like it hit him, but he was stronger.

"K… Kyle?" I asked in surprise.

He winked at me and said: "I guess the cat's out of the bag now."

Then his clothes changed, as if they were fluid. His casual jeans and shirt became something familiar, yet different. A black and gray version of a suit I knew from history books, with an emblem on his chest that nobody dared to wear for the last twenty years: A flaming rock with a trail of smoke and flames. The rock was gray, just like the original, but this version featured blue flames instead of the original, orange ones. Despite the color variations and the missing cape, it was obvious that he attempted to resemble the costume of Meteor.

With a casual gesture, he shook the car off his back. Then he slowly turned around to face the villain, who started to laugh. "Are you stupid or brave to wear that icon? With as young as you are, were you even born when the Meteor died?"

"I was four years old when he got killed", my boyfriend answered. That sentence hit me like a hammer. He once told me that his father died when he was four.

"And you think you're powerful enough to earn that icon?"

"Let me see. You're using gravitational forces, aren't you?" He spread his arms in different directions, pointing at multiple car wrecks and rocks broken from the walls. "With that, you can counter gravity…" The objects he pointed at suddenly started to hover. "You can enhance gravity…" One of the cars fell to the ground, with such force that it was pushed together, like in a scrap press. "And of course, you can redirect it…" The remaining parts he kept in the air suddenly accelerated towards the villain, who barely managed to dodge them before they crushed through my wall of pressure. Kyle, almost bored, continued his speech. "That ability might become useful, thanks for that. And to answer your question. I'm not just powerful. I'm Power!"

Faster than anything else I've ever seen, he jetted forward towards the villain. For most people, it might have looked like teleportation, and I was only able to follow it because my power allowed me to feel the air movement he caused. I needed a moment to understand what happened: His fist pierced through the villain's armor, hit his belly and knocked him out right away.

A woman stepped beside me and helped me back onto my feet. I didn't even notice that I fell down on my knees. When I looked up, I recognized my boyfriends mother right away. "After all these years", she started to speak while looking at him, "he finally chose to reveal himself. I'm so proud right now." Then she turned to me. "And that's thanks to you. Dinner at 8. It's time to really welcome you to the family", she said, smiling, before a black fog covered her, and she disappeared.

Accidentally, I created a whole Family of Superheroes. Want to know more? Meet the Morrison-Family and their friends and read about up's and down's in their life. You'll find this story on that index too, I call it "his new Girlfriend".

I hope you enjoyed reading it :-)

"Half a year to get here seems like a long time. But it's just a joke compared to the time humanity needed to get this far."

"Dave, did you just use a remix of the Armstrong-quote as the first words spoken on Mars?"

"Yep, I said it. Those were the first words on Mars. If the third time somebody steps his or her foot on a new planet, and if that someone thinks like me, we'll have a tradition!"

"Oh, whoever will be that person, please don't participate in this stupidity."

"You two are aware that we're still transmitting?"

"I hoped so! Raises the chance to really create a tradition out of this. So, let me check my suit. I'm still talking, so it does at least somehow protect me. Pressure values are good, sensors are… Locating a structure? Guys, please check the data I'm transmitting, is that an error or is there a hidden trapdoor in front of me?"

"Stop joking, Dave. This is Mars, how could there… Wait. Sorry, I'm getting the same result! Wait a moment, we're coming out. We need to investigate that."

"Understood."

The group of three men soon found the position. All their suits located the same structure, and as soon as they started digging, something reacted. The ground started to move, to raise into a ramp, releasing a stair that led straight down.

"Seriously", Dave asked his co-astronauts while walking down the steps, "how likely has it been that this was here? I mean, a structure on Mars is unbelievable on its own, but a quarter mile away from our first landing spot?"

"Actually, not half as unlikely as you might think", Brian started to explain. "This landing site was chosen because of the geographical features. For who knows how many years, this exact region almost didn't change at all. Whoever built that must have seen and preferred the same conditions we did, causing us to land almost at the same position as they did."

"They. Are we already confirming aliens here?"

"What else? Do you think someone from earth built this without shouting it from every roof? An actual Mars colony? No man could ever hold back like that."

"True. Aliens it is."

When they reached the end of the stairs, they found themselves at an intersection. "Three directions, three men. Anyone else having horror movie flashbacks?"

"You're the only one of us wasting his time with that stuff. We'll split, I'll go into that direction."

After a while of walking in silence, Dave continued to talk. "Do you think we'll find one, in a cryo pod, maybe?"

" What, an alien? Not really. Why should they have left one of their kind behind?"

"Might be that the ship that was supposed to bring him home got destroyed?"

"By what?"

"An opposing species, perhaps?"

"So we aren't just talking about two alien races now, they had a war against each other right here in our system? You have to stop watching that many movies!"

"Guys? I guess, I found something."

"What is it?"

Silence.

"Hello? What did you find?"

Still no response.

Suddenly, the lights flicker in the whole plant and illuminate the gray, steel corridors with the artificial glow of fluorescent tubes. "The light switch, I guess", Dave finally responds.

"Damn, Dave! Don't do that ever again!"

"Sorry. But you need to get here, quick!"

The astronauts found Dave in something that resembled a control room. Screens on the walls were showing all kinds of TV programs, switching the channels with an incredible speed. Dave just stood there, his arms spread as if he wanted to receive his companions with a hug. "What do you say?"

"I say we turn it off again. Who knows what the hell it's doing there."

"I guess it's scanning for signals. But why?"

As suddenly as the lights were turned on, the screens went offline. Next, an electronic voice starts speaking. "Translation system calibration completed. Welcome to the Nekkai Surveillance Station. Please identify."

"That's why", Dave commented. "My name's David Taggert, scientist aboard the first manned Mars mission in human history."

"Identity unknown. Classification guest. Initialize first contact protocol."

"What does that mean?"

"First contact protocol establishes a connection to the nearest active communication relay, transmits a data package about the newly uprising species and initializes negotiations about to join the galactic community of space traveling species."

"Why do I feel like we just called the police?" Dave turned towards the other two, clueless what to do now.

"We have to get back to our ship. We need to report what we found!"

As they're turning to leave, the computer starts to speak again. "Request confirmed. Enrides-fragment exploration unit 58 assigned. Estimated arrival in two local hours."

Earth was in turmoil. Confirmation about intelligent life, and this close to them? Everyone looked forward to this contact. They just weren't sure if the visitors would fly to Mars or Earth, so they prepared on both planets. And almost exactly two hours after the machines' confirmation, a ship appeared over the entry, gently hovering down, landing beside the humans ship.

All three men stood between their ships, waiting for something to happen. And on the point, after two hours, a door opened in the alien ship's side and the pilot steps out. The long head, the posture and the enormous tail didn't leave any space for misinterpretation, at least in Dave's eyes. He immediately shouted: "A dinosaur! Oh my god, space traveling dinosaurs, how awesome is this?"

The first questions were quickly answered. Despite the first impression, the lizards did not originate from the earth. And this particular being wasn't actually a lizard, it just chose the shape of the stations builders for this contact, expecting other lizards to wait here. It invited the men into her shuttle, offering them a fast journey back to Earth. Inside the shuttle, it established an Earth-like atmosphere and offered them to put down their suits during the flight. It led by example as it removed its own space suit right away. It had a green bark, and sometimes it's movements caused the noise of creaking wood. The astronauts were especially surprised when it suddenly started to change its shape, now resembling a human woman. Then, it introduced itself as Enrides-fragment exploration unit 58, just as announced. It suggested that they should act to it like towards a female, and she offered to be called Explorer 58 for short.

This is part of a greater universe I'm currently working on. Over there on the Index, I named this part "Unexpected Neighbors"

to extend that idea didn't fit into the structure of a tv show of that time. They had a main plot they kept working on, each episode had a sub-plot, and for special events like the season ending, they split the story into two episodes to keep as many viewers as possible. But a second main plot, covering multiple episodes, maybe an entire season, just didn't work, the episodes had to be enjoyable even if someone missed the last five ones.

considering that, they delivered the best they could, I guess

Yes, I remember watching that episode. But my idea is another one :-)

I'm currently building an entire universe (just check my recent posts, most of them should be linked together) that features space traveling lizards (and others; don't know why I keep telling stories about the lizards). When changing the conclusion, I could use this to initiate the first contact between my galactic civilizations and humanity...

Seriously? I ship for them. Great story! And I hope for one of them to turn around, joining the opposing forces and allow them to be together :-)

Okay. Either way, I hope to read a good story from this prompt :-)

You're sure this is supposed to be here? It sounds more like r/DirtyWritingPrompts tbh

Wasn't the quote to never go full retard?

After a quick research: Yep, that's the one I thought of

And because somebody will probably ask: The movie is Tropic Thunder.

fair enough. I would assume that burning the known characters could cause some trouble for many writers. My thought was just that it would probably end to happen in the same universe since there it's established that toys are alive...

sounds like an "established universe"-prompt from Toy Story.

below your message are multiple buttons (on pc): Reply, Share, Save, Edit, Follow and three dots. It's rather obvious there.

on mobile, there are just three dots below your message, in that menu there's a pen-symbol to edit your message.

And, as a personal suggestion (that's how I usually do it): Write your stuff in a text program, save it, wait a few hours. then, read it again, correct every mistake you can find. at that point I usually go to bed, proofread it again the next day, maybe make more corrections and post it afterwards.

obviously, that's only how i post my stories, my regular answers usually are a mess :-D