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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Zelda & Zach

ihatemyguts: Good thing you told me how bubble boy posi Robyn’s ‘rents are

ihatemyguts: ‘cos that felt like such a brush-off

ihatemyguts: I feel kinda bad, it’s low-key just upset her with no shopping trip pay-off 😬

inandout: your first date was today

inandout: the insane jealousy must have forced me to forget

ihatemyguts: Obviously

ihatemyguts: moping and staring out of open windows would be bad for your health

ihatemyguts: probably

ihatemyguts: can’t have that

inandout: mope hard enough and fling myself all over the house, they’ll call it exercise

ihatemyguts: I’d let Rob know but her parents would probably sue me

ihatemyguts: I did some research

ihatemyguts: and yeah, flare-ups fucking suck, but if she was struggling that bad rn she’d be in hospital getting her 💉 on

ihatemyguts: makes me ⁉️ if the meetup will happen

inandout: makes me wonder if her brothers are allowed out

inandout: if they are maybe they can help us smuggle her to the meetup

ihatemyguts: not just a pretty face

ihatemyguts: that’s a damn good idea

ihatemyguts: I can slide in their DMs

inandout: Cranking up the jealousy metre to give me a full work out, I see, are you gonna be a PE teacher when you grow up?

ihatemyguts: *prays they aren’t like 12*

ihatemyguts: imagine if that was my life’s ambition

ihatemyguts: wear unflattering sportswear and give kids complexes

ihatemyguts: even without the potential life-shortening illness, I’d reconsider that

inandout: it tracks that you’d wanna make them 💩 and bringing back the bleep test could work

ihatemyguts: okay I’m not 🦹‍♀️ or 🐯 levels of sweet but is that what you really think of me? 😏

inandout: I think there’s only one rebel teacher coming to mind and I haven’t watched that film so all I know is they stand on desks

inandout: probably not a perfect fit for you

ihatemyguts: I could force you to watch it for our first date

ihatemyguts: and ask you, what your dream job would be

inandout: Netflix and chill or cinema screening of the ‘classics’?

inandout: we could do a drive-thru

ihatemyguts: hmm 🤔

ihatemyguts: there are pluses to ‘em all

ihatemyguts: cinema, we could laugh at all the snobs and 🤓s

inandout: Cool, reach out to me with the time + date when it’s showing

inandout: Are you allowed 🍿?

ihatemyguts: oh hell no

ihatemyguts: have to find another way to hold my hand

inandout: 🦸‍♀️ said she was gonna look up ice breakers and stuff, hopefully it was a fruitful search and she won’t mind sharing the info

ihatemyguts: do you think she legit didn’t realize how thirsty that boy was for her

ihatemyguts: or is it all uwu coy-ness

inandout: It’s hard to tell

inandout: but if I remember my glasses I’ll do my best to decode her body language from 6 ft away

ihatemyguts: aside from hospital, have you ever met someone else with cf?

inandout: Nope

inandout: jokes aside, it really is discouraged

ihatemyguts: that’s a hard one to get your head around

ihatemyguts: far as adjustments go

inandout: getting Robbie at this meetup won’t be easy

inandout: separate ones mean we might not have her there

ihatemyguts: I reckon we can trust you and Kara to keep the teen love story fictional

ihatemyguts: for all our sake’s

inandout: She’ll get her man

inandout: it’s not like bad advice and dating pitfalls are just a click away

ihatemyguts: cosmos never steered ANYONE wrong

inandout: Yahoo answers neither

ihatemyguts: might be confused as to why they’re not related

inandout: [I like to think he’s just sending his fave yahoo answer answers now for the lols]

ihatemyguts: [meme back and forth lads]

ihatemyguts: if she gets her date we could go into the matchmaker business

ihatemyguts: start at home

ihatemyguts: 🤖 don’t last forever

inandout: Rob’ll need to be next or she won’t forgive us

inandout: and we’ll soon get tired/guilty of seeing the amount of 😿💔 spam the chat

ihatemyguts: we’ll have to liberate her first

ihatemyguts: in a literal way

ihatemyguts: not the pretentious, free your 🧠 type of vibe

inandout: Kidnap’s playing into her parents’ fears but we don’t have a better option

ihatemyguts: now it’s my turn for a potential 💡

ihatemyguts: what if that is exactly what she should do

inandout: jump scare them?

ihatemyguts: if she did some actual wild shit to show them they’re being suffocating, ‘scuse the mention, then they’ll have to compromise and let her do normal kid things and everyone will win

ihatemyguts: I realize getting her to wild out might be a problem

ihatemyguts: catfish it though?

inandout: 💡⭐️

inandout: getting her to agree to do it for real would take longer than we have but you’re right, faking it wouldn’t take any time at all

ihatemyguts: get Lauren to picture whatever the hell she’s up to

ihatemyguts: sorted

inandout: + there’s your next photo challenge ready to be accepted, dressing as if you were going on a date with 👵🌈✨ instead

ihatemyguts: hold my neon

ihatemyguts: and think, do we clue Rob in on this plan now or do it on her behalf first, ‘cos we could hit up her house phone with some madness to get ‘em sus now and when she’s like wuuuuut it’ll sound even more

ihatemyguts: or is that a bit evil genius instead of 🦹‍♀️

inandout: Does she even have a house phone? We don’t

inandout: you’ll have to find another way to trick my parents into believing I’m a badass

ihatemyguts: I bet they do

ihatemyguts: can’t trust a mobile

ihatemyguts: and I bet they don’t have a microwave, they’re that sort

ihatemyguts: obvs I’ll just direct them to Lauren on your friends list with a 🤔

inandout: We should probably warn her, in case she takes it the wrong way

inandout: or decides to stand up to them for her YA movie moment

ihatemyguts: yeah, you’re right

ihatemyguts: if she doesn’t go for it, her brothers might be of use still

ihatemyguts: have to focus my evil energy elsewhere

ihatemyguts: such as…

ihatemyguts: 🥁

ihatemyguts: [one of the crazier lewks from babyteeth for the photo challenge]

inandout: 🤞🏻 one of them is old enough to drive the people carrier

inandout: Uhh… that was a suspiciously fast transformation

ihatemyguts: didn’t know you was challenging a pro?

ihatemyguts: and someone with a lot of time on her hands

inandout: I do now

inandout: and I’m guessing it’s not every day you get stood up based on what else I know about you

ihatemyguts: it’s a first

ihatemyguts: not that I constantly ask people out

ihatemyguts: but that is what I’ve put across so fair enough

ihatemyguts: what am I interrupting for you?

inandout: I’m waiting on friends

inandout: this could end in both of us being stood up

ihatemyguts: am I a drag you down with me type?

ihatemyguts: hmm

ihatemyguts: nah, I’ll cross my fingers that your friends aren’t flaky

inandout: Late, but I’d be too if it wasn’t my house

inandout: What are you gonna do now shopping’s off?

ihatemyguts: life is one big photo challenge, right

ihatemyguts: yours is ‘whatever will make your friends double-take when they open the door’

ihatemyguts: it’s a good question

ihatemyguts: we’re going to virtual shop tomorrow but she wasn’t up for it today

inandout: Wait for it and their faces

inandout: + you’re virtually invited to watch movies and play games, you won’t be the only one who isn’t here in person

ihatemyguts: 👍

ihatemyguts: cool

ihatemyguts: meeting new people is my new thing, as long as your mates are down/not the level of nerd that they might get a nosebleed if a girl is about

inandout: Some of them are girls if that helps

inandout: and my brother won’t be there to bring down the cool

ihatemyguts: low-key a shame

ihatemyguts: have to meet him before the first date though

inandout: I’ve got a father you can ask for permission if you’re feeling old-fashioned

ihatemyguts: full set

ihatemyguts: fun

ihatemyguts: mines in scotland so we’ll let you off that trek

inandout: But a road trip is a coming of age movie staple! 😫 Has Netflix aired any YA without one + are you willing to take that risk?

inandout: mine’s a workaholic but we’ve got years to catch him

ihatemyguts: forget the meds, see who gets fucked up first

ihatemyguts: it’d be a journey, for sure

ihatemyguts: do you know what he does? ‘cos so’s mine and I couldn’t tell you, tbh

inandout: Or mix them up and see what happens when you take the ones for my 💩

inandout: He’s a sales manager, he says, but why so vague?

ihatemyguts: sounds like something they’d do at cool parties

ihatemyguts: and that sounds suspish

ihatemyguts: they should have this 🤓 but with a moustache instead of the buckteeth

ihatemyguts: dads are elusive creatures… conspiracy time, what are they all up to

inandout: Not sure that’s the topic Rich has been watching vids on but I’ll ask

ihatemyguts: he can always tactfully ignore you if he’s 😳

ihatemyguts: like he does with 👵🌈✨ when she’s extra

ihatemyguts: more than usual

inandout: Be harder to do that in person

ihatemyguts: I think everyone will still get on

ihatemyguts: unless fibrofog shows, then that’ll be teen show worthy drama, of course

inandout: I think he’s genuinely blocked, he’d need a 2nd account to find out about it

ihatemyguts: hope he’s seen catfish too

inandout: He’d be a fan of the one where the man refused to believe it wasn’t Katy Perry

ihatemyguts: it does seem like the sort of thing she’d do

ihatemyguts: poor bastard

inandout: 😂

ihatemyguts: ultimate photo challenge, catfishing everyone and then going for the ruveal

ihatemyguts: might need more than just a wig 🤔😏

inandout: Dressing like her would make my friends do a double-take

inandout: [pics of some of her outrageous lewks with his head put on]

ihatemyguts: 😂😂😂

ihatemyguts: you suit the 🍦🧁🍭🍩✨

inandout: We’ve probably got a can of squirty cream lying around for hot chocolate

ihatemyguts: inhaler but make it ~sExxxIii~

inandout: [a lil video of his failed attempt to re-create that in her insta DMs or wherever because idk if they can send stuff like that here]

ihatemyguts: Katy dat you 😍😍

inandout: I’ve agreed to only string you along for 4 years not 6 and I don’t have any savings to spend 25% of on a 💍

inandout: looks like the comparison starts and stops with our black curls

ihatemyguts: not much of an orlando bloom clone myself so it’s alright

ihatemyguts: pirate is always an excellent disabled-friendly costume though so add that to the ideas board we should start

inandout: If we decide the next meetup is fancy dress, Lauren will never go back home

ihatemyguts: that’s the mood

inandout: [sends her whatever he did for the photo challenge and his friends reaction to it because why not say they’ve arrived and there’s a similar feral mood here]

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years

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Single dad!au (Minghao)

okay

literally loves his son Joonwoo

named his son with a more korean name because of the mother

the mom died from complication of early child birth

very hard on Minghao

it was raining the day his son was born so he named him Joonwoo which means protection or rain

had no idea what to do

company kept the birth out of the media so no one knew about it except the boys and a few close friends of the group

including you

for awhile he was living on his own in a rental apartment and taking care of his newborn son

didn’t see the boys for six months

didn’t really see anybody for six months

the timing wasn’t great as well

seventeen had just had their second comeback after their debut (very nice era

soon Jun and Jeonghan moved in with him temporarily since he had to go back to work and so it didn’t look so suspicious

has a very close bond with his son

Jun is also very protective of him too

that boy has dealt with too many shitty diapers for anybody to mess with his nephew

fast forward to current time

Joonwoo is about three years old and it is getting harder for Minghao to manage being a single dad and being an idol

you were a very good friend of Vernons and around their mansae era became a makeup artist for the boys

you had met minghaos son a couple of times and always loved him

Minghao and you were friends but he was always busy taking care of joonwoo for him to get any closer to you

Joonwoo was now old enough that Hao could get away with bringing him to the studio with him but not a lot of the staff could watch him while he worked

so you offered to help him saying you loved spending time with his son

you only needed to really work before the boys filmed which was often but didn’t take long

Joonwoo was always very excited when ever he saw you

loved trying to help you do his uncles’ makeup

except his dads

just wanted to sit in his dads lap while you did his makeup

for a toddler Joonwoo had an incredible perception of adult concepts

he always seemed to know or understand when his father needed to go work and was quite the independent boy

minghaos life was child, work, sleep, child, work, child

not only did you watch joonwoo while hao worked but you would take him to your apartment twice a month so hao could get a day to himself

it wasnt until one day when joonwoo came back from your apartment and asked when he could go back to mommy’s house

minghao instantly turned away from his work at his sons words

mom?

y/n?

ever since his gaze started to wander to you

during practice he would see you with his son in your lap in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you playing with his son

while his son slept in his lap he would talk to you while you did his makeup

it would take him a long time to warm up to the idea of him even remotely having feelings for you.

it took all his energy +1 to make sure he didn’t seem tired for his son and to still spend time with him

so when he realised he started to like you his first thought was 'not does she like me back'

it was 'fuck, down to two hour sleep now'

obviously you did like him

I mean you had seen him around the boys but just watching him with his son warmed your heart and made you fall for him

however knowing how stressful his life was you just enjoyed the little times you spent together through Joonwoo

once minghao was certain his feelings weren't just a phase he started to think about how to deal with them

after becoming a father he really had to wing it with whatever came at him

but he didnt want to do that with you

especially since you knew more about him than anyone else

1st step was kicking out Jun and Jeonghan

Jun was not happy about being taken away from his precious nephew so he had to be pushed out of the freaking door

next was planning exactly how he was going to confess

the only experience he had with girls was Joonwoos mom so he was kind of in the dark

decided to write a song for you

the next couple of weeks minghao asked you to come over and watch Joonwoo while he worked on one of the new songs for the album

he really just wanted to write with you in the room

the first time you were actually alone with minghao was when you were dropping his son off back at the apartment (you had a key dont worry)

you were surprised that The8 wasn't there but it was late so you just put Joon to bed

you went to the only place you knew he would be

you went to the practice room and walked in hearing music playing

I'm Thinkin 'about

I'm Thinkin' about

I'm Thinkin 'about

I'm Thinkin' about

I'm Thinkin 'about you

I'm Thinkin' about you

All I think about is you

Petals falling without force

힘없이 떨어지는 꽃잎은

The two of us

예쁘게 피었던 우리 둘

All of its appearance

그 모습 모두 한 폭의 유화

Even the smearing and flowing down is beautiful

번지고 흘러내리는 마저도 아름다워

Time drops and drops.

시간은 방울져서 떨어지고 떨어지고

you saw Minghao dancing in the middle of the room his black hair falling in front of his eyes

Hao?

he turned to you shocked and scrambled to turn off the song

Sorry I didnt know-umm-did you hear that

you laughed and walked over to him

Yeah sorry. Is it for the new album

he looked down at his shoes almost embarrassed

No-it was for you actually

you were kind of shocked remembering the lyrics

You wrote that?

he nodded and looked up at you through his dark hair

by far the longest pause of his entire life

at least it felt like it

Hao......I think you are incredible

But.....

you smiled and took his hand playing with his long slender fingers

No buts. You are just incredible. I mean you wrote this incredible song. You are the best dancer I've ever seen. And you are an amazing father.

he knew you were being sincere

it was just who you were

all he could do was kiss yous

the kiss was sweet and soft

his hand went to your cheek while the other stayed intertwined with yours

the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless in the space apart

it was kind of unsaid but both of you knew you dating after that

he wanted to take it slow though because of his son

tried to hide it from the boys and Joon as long as possible

after putting Joon to bed you spent nights together

sometimes helping him with lyrics

sometimes doing.....other things.......

but most of the time you would just fall asleep on his couch just talking

honestly I think that's his favorite thing to do with you

minghao really doesnt get to have civilized conversations with people his own age

(Let's be honest ain't nothing serious going on in svt dorms)

you often fall asleep pressed against his chest with his arms wrapped around you

Joon found you one morning and you had to tell him what was going on

about a month later you told the boys and they were all happy for you since they saw how happy you made minghao

being the one who takes all of minghao's fire insta pics when his insta account gets released

about a year in when Joon was 4 you both decided you wanted to come out to the public

however it was more complicated since that meant showing the world his son as well

he was very scared about how the public would react so when he posted a picture on insta of you and his son in the dance studio he was very nervous and monitored the post with the rest of the boys

Carat had a wonderful reaction and small videos of The8 and Joon started to be posted on his insta

a week later Minghao went to a press conference with both you and his son and explained everything

thankfully most of the fans were extremely supportive and loved your relationship

minghao loved to show off both you and his son

lots of behind the scenes videos of the boys where you can see minghao with you on his lap doing his makeup

his son is always at fanmeets

private dance lessons in the practice room

moving in with him and basically nothing changing in your relationship

you guys still never end up sleeping in the bed because you always end up passing out on the couch

he liked it when you play with his hands and fingers

doesnt quite grasp the meaning of 'help'

he is still so used to being by himself so he has no idea what to do when he comes home at 11:30 and there is nothing to clean up and his son is already in bed and you are asleep on the couch

kind of just stands there for a moment and then realizes how much he truly loves you and carries you to bed

Literally I love this au I think I just bias wrecked myself

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im-fairly-whitty · 6 years

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Caught in the Riptide -- Riptide!Incredibles AU

Violet Parr’s almost-boyfriend Tony Rydinger has super abilities he’s hidden his whole life. That is, hidden until the government asks him to join their new “exemplary taskforce” of new Supers to pave the way for legalized, registered, and government-employed Supers.

Tony has never wanted to be a capital S Super, but he figures that if participating in what he’s assured is really just a publicity campaign is how he can help defend his country against non-registered vigilantes like the Incredibles, then it’s his duty to do his best. Of course, the newly christened Riptide soon realizes that nothing is quite as simple as it seems.

Fanfic for the Riptide!Incredibles AU. A post-movie Incredibles 2 au belonging to @edorazzi (on tumblr).

Part 1: The Offer

“And then my family’s going on a trip next week,” Violet said, flipping on her blinker as they drove through an intersection, “so I don’t know when I’ll be back from that.”

“I can’t believe how many things your family does together.” Tony said, smiling as he stared out at the heavy rain hitting the car window.

He could feel the water all around them, falling from the sky, pelting the windshield, running across the pavement under them and spraying from the spinning wheels of the car as they drove. It made him feel alive. If he were alone he’d have the windows all rolled down.

“Oh, well, I mean, I guess,” Violet said, blushing a little as she turned the wheel, “my dad’s always making us go, and my mom’s always-”

“No, no, I think it’s cool.” Tony said quickly. He and Violet had been spending time together for months now, but she still got embarrassed over the funniest things. “I think it’s really neat that your parents want to spend so much time with you, even if it’s always so last minute. I mean, I wish I could see you more, but I get it.”

“Well, thanks.” Violet said. She was smiling that adorable little smile she did when he knew she wanted to smile big, “And thanks for being cool with it.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t?” Tony said, playfully elbowing her, “I mean, you’re the one chauffeuring me to work.”

“Stop it Tony, I’m driving.” Violet said, laughing as she elbowed him back. “Sorry we’re taking all these side roads, Center Street is still all torn up, I hope you’re not going to be late.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just tell my mom we forgot about the construction.” Tony said, “I guess the Incredibles sure had a blast taking out whoever was trying to rob the bank last week.”

“The DMV.”

“What? I thought they said it was the bank on the news?”

“I mean...it might have been the bank.” Violet said, casually shrugging her shoulders as they drove into the parking lot of the Happy Platter, pulling around back, “I don’t really pay attention to the news I guess.”

“I don’t really either.” Tony said, unbuckling his seatbelt as she parked the car in the back alley behind the restaurant, “All this Super politics stuff kinda goes over my head to be honest.”

“Don’t forget your umbrella,” Violet said as he opened his door, “you’ll get soaked.”

“Thanks.” Tony said, grabbing his black umbrella and opening it with a grin as he stepped out of the car, right into a puddle that came up to his ankles. “I don’t mind a little water though.”

“Well, you’ll mind a lot of water if you start your shift looking like a drowned rat.” Violet said with an amused look, “You’re already in your work clothes, you won’t have time to dry off.”

Tony leaned down to see her one last time, obediently holding the umbrella over himself to stay dry.

“You still want to come over to do homework tomorrow after school?” he asked, leaning his arm against the top of the car door.

“Only if we finally watch that dumb movie you keep bugging me about afterward.” Violet said.

“Aw, come on Vi! Creature from the Black Lagoon is a work of art!” Tony teased, “You just watch, it’ll be a classic someday. I think it’ll be on at seven tomorrow night, I’ll double check which channel.”

“I’m only watching it so I’ll have some peace.” Violet said, rolling her eyes in mock irritation. “I’ll bring the popcorn.”

“Perfect.” Tony said, stepping back so he could shut the door as Violet rolled the window down. “I’ll call you at like ten tonight, when I get off work.”

“Sounds good, my dad should be off the phone by then.” Violet said, “Have a good shift, Tony.”

“Drive safe, Vi.”

Tony backed up as she rolled the window up and put the car in reverse, waving at him as she pulled out of the alley and then drove away, disappearing into the pouring rain.

Tony wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve having her as a friend, but whatever it was, he was glad he’d done it. And maybe, if he wasn’t reading all the signs completely wrong, they could even be more than friends soon.

He looked down at his shoes, they were completely soaked through to his socks. He smiled as he splashed his right foot a little, then closed his umbrella. He looked up into the stormy grey sky, stretching out his arms as the rain pelted him, soaking him to the bone in seconds.

The water was probably freezing, but even when he was a kid water temperature had never bothered him, whether cold or hot. He spread his fingers wide, letting the feeling wash through him. Every part of him tingled with energy, the water around him feeling like possibility, wanting him to reach out, to let it become a part of him.

But...he was already late for work. And besides, even in a back alley someone might see him.

He took a last deep breath of the stormy air, and then pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocking the back door of his family’s restaurant and letting himself into the kitchens. Mom would be expecting him to be waiting tables already, meaning he had to get out to the front.

He left sloshing footprints across the tile floor of the empty, half-lit backroom as he tossed his umbrella in the corner. Tony closed his eyes, taking in a breath and letting himself feel the water that was dripping off him, the water plastering his hair down, the drop of water dripping off his nose.

He took a careful breath, and then raised both his hands, imagining that he was pulling off a blanket. He opened his eyes as the water on him pulled forward and then off him, gathering into a clear mass floating in front of him, leaving his work uniform and hair completely dry.

He smiled to himself as he carefully moved his wrists, sending the water running through the air and splashing into an old sink, only some of it sloshing onto the floor. He reached out to the spilled water on the floor with his mind, commanding it to gather itself up and sending it up and into the sink with the rest.

Tony grinned as he quickly ran his fingers through his mussed hair and straightened his work uniform bowtie. His breath was a little shaky, but it was worth the satisfaction of an “insta-dry” as he called it.

Only his parents knew about his...skill, and he rarely used it, but he did have a couple small tricks that made life easier when no one was around.

He walked to the sink, turning on the tap for cold, and then walking to the other end of the counter to grab some of the plastic pitchers sitting on the shelf. He arranged a set of plastic tumblers on a serving tray, then looked over at the running tap.

Normally he’d just walk the extra five steps back to the sink to fill the pitchers the normal way...but there was still so much energy running through him from the storm he could still feel raging outside.

He might as well have just a little more fun before getting to work.

He reached out with his mind to the tap water, beckoning it forward with his hand and angling it into the two pitchers he had set on the counter. It took extra focus to keep the running water in the air, but he squinted his eyes, keeping his hands steady as he imagined running an imaginary hose from the faucet to the pitchers, carefully filling them both before letting the stream of water drop back into the sink with a splash.

Tony leaned against the counter, chuckling a little at his slight dizziness as he took a second to collect himself. He picked up one of the pitchers, inspecting it smugly. Not too shabby.

“That’s quite a party trick you have there, young man.”

Tony jumped, whipping around in panic, the pitcher he was holding sloshing water all across the floor.

A man in a trim suit walked out of the shadows on the other side of the room, an amused smile on his face.

Tony’s mind somehow blanked and screamed at him at the same time. The man had seen, he’d seen him use his power, he knew he wasn’t normal. Was he just a patron who’d wandered into the back looking for the bathroom? Was he from some kind of superpower tracking organization? Was he going to arrest him?

“I, I wasn’t, I didn’t-” Tony stuttered, taking a step back and clutching the mostly empty pitcher.

What if the man was a villain?

“Hold on there son, calm down.” the man said, chuckling as he held out a hand, “My name is William Gibbons, I’m just here to talk.”

“C-customers aren’t allowed in the back, Sir.” Tony said, his voice cracking and his brain switching into autopilot as he stared at the man’s outstretched hand.

“Hydrokinesis.” Mr. Gibbons said, putting his unshaken hand back in his pocket, “That’s an incredible power, ever use it for anything bigger than filling water pitchers?”

“No sir, Supers are illegal.” Tony said, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the water pitcher’s handle. “I mean, I think they are, I don’t really listen to the news that close, I just do little things, I mean, I try not to, I mean-”

“I’m sorry to have caught you on your shift Mr. Rydinger, but I have a proposition for you.” Mr. Gibbons said, pulling over two bar stools from the side of the room and sitting on one, waving for Tony to sit on the other. “I’m an agent for the United States Exemplary Taskforce committee for the Superhero Registration Accords initiative. Ever heard of it?”

“I-I don’t think so.” Tony said, cautiously scooting onto the other stool, “I mean, I’ve heard of the accords, everyone’s heard of that I think. Not the other one though.”

What he wanted was to run out of the room, but it was way too late for that. Besides, if Mr. Gibbons was going to hurt or arrest him he already would have, right?

“Well, that’s because the “other one” is a highly classified government project.” Mr. Gibbons said, tugging on the cuffs of his sleeves, “Which is why before we go any further I ask that you keep the subject matter of this conversation between us. I am bringing you into a conversation of utmost importance, one of national security.”

“Of course, yes sir.” Tony said, sitting up straight on his stool. National security?

“Times are changing Mr. Rydinger, as you’re probably aware,” Mr. Gibbons said, “there’s been a shift in our society recently with the re-emergence of Supers. While being a Superhero, and to some extent having super powers, has been illegal until very recently, we’re now seeing more and more individuals step up to the opportunity to use their powers in public. What’s your opinion on it, Anthony?”

“I, well, I guess everyone’s just trying to do their best.” Tony said, shrugging his shoulders, unable to fight off a rising sense of deja vu, “I mean, I know Supers do a lot of damage to buildings and roads, but as long as they’re protecting innocent people I think that’s something good, right? I know there’s a lot of people who are using their powers for bad too though, I guess I can see both sides.”

“You’re a smart kid.” Mr. Gibbons said, nodding, “That’s a very diplomatic answer. Tell me Anthony, have you ever considered being a Super?”

Him? A Super?

“Not since I was really young I think.” Tony said, laughing nervously, “I mean, the whole idea sounds cool to any kid I think, but all I can do is throw water around. And I wouldn’t want to break the law like that anyway, filling glasses is one thing, but I would never go running around trying to stop crime, I’m not like, like the Incredibles or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, you’re exactly the kind of person that I’m looking for.” Mr. Gibbons said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a business card, handing it to Tony.

He tipped the card towards the light, the words “Exemplary Taskforce” glinting back at him.

“This is going to be a time that is very confusing for a lot of Supers,” Mr. Gibbons said, watching him closely, “whether they’ve been participating in illegal activity, or doing their civic duty like yourself and obeying the law. The last thing that the government wants right now is for mass chaos to break out, we don’t need everyone who can buy a set of spandex starting to moonlight as a “hero” in their spare time. There need to be rules, there needs to be order. There needs to be an example set for the coming generation of Supers, and I would like you to be part of that.”

“I, what?” Tony said, looking up, “But I’m not a Super, I mean, my power isn’t really good for anything but drying off quickly.”

“That’s only because you haven’t trained your skill,” Mr. Gibbons leaning forward on his stool with a smile, “imagine what it would be like to walk outside into that rain right now and be able to reach out and stop every raindrop for miles around. Imagine being able to dive into the ocean and having all that water respond to your command. Being able to divert rivers to put out fires, containing explosions and debris with a wall of water, immobilizing criminals with the flick of your wrist and a puddle.”

Tony sat on his stool, holding his half-full pitcher of water and hearing the rain pounding the roof above him. For a moment he did imagine. The breathtaking rush that controlling that much water would be, how incredible it would feel to spring into action to help others with his power.

To not be afraid to live that part of himself out in the open.

“Well, when you say it like that it does sound pretty cool.” Tony said, smiling at the business card, “What...would someone on your taskforce do?”

“The taskforce is going to be a group of brand new heroes,” Mr. Gibbons said, “Supers who will be examples of heroes at their peak. Instead of being vigilantes operating with homemade equipment and their own rules, taskforce members will receive professional training, identity protection, publicity management, and a government issued paycheck for their services.

“The reason that Supers were outlawed was because of the unchecked destruction caused by well-intentioned vigilantes playing by their own rules. This time around we’re going to show everyone that Supers and the government can work together, and that it’s better for everyone. No more chaos, everything legal, Supers will finally be able to fully integrate into society. Their efforts will be a proper career, a way to build a safer world for us all.”

“That does sound pretty cool.” Tony said softly.

A world with legal Supers. A world with Supers who could be trained and paid and protected. A world where having powers would never have to be illegal again and everyone could be safe.

“I have school though,” Tony said, looking away from the card, “I have a job helping my parents with the restaurant. I’d really like to help, but I don’t know if I’m good enough to help so many people, there has to be someone better, someone stronger who wants to fight.”

“That son is what we call humility.” Mr. Gibbons said, smiling, “And believe it or not, it’s perhaps the rarest power a Super can have. If you choose to join the taskforce you won’t have to worry, your schooling will be finished with private tutors and your parents will receive a stipend that will cover much more than your half-time table bussing shift, believe me.

“As for strength, that’s what the training is for, and besides, the goal of the task force is not to be soldiers, it’s to have a group of levelheaded Supers that can be ambassadors to the public. Supers who can set an example for others to follow, to show unity and organization to help reign in vigilantes before they come back in full force.”

“And...if I say no thanks?” Tony asked, scratching the back on his head.

“It’s entirely up to you.” Mr. Gibbons shrugged, “There would be a legal silence agreement I would ask you to sign to keep this conversation to ourselves, and then you would be free to bus tables in peace for the rest of your high school career. There’s plenty of other law-abiding Supers out there who would be able to fulfill their duty to serve their country, to take our nation in the right direction, to set an example for the entire world of what unity and freedom really looks like.”

The whole world. A whole generation of Supers. Thousands of people, of kids like him, who’d hidden what they could do their whole lives.

Tony looked down at the water left in his plastic pitcher.

It was crazy, it was completely out of the blue, but...was it really that crazy when he thought about it? He never really wanted to be a Super, a real hero out on the streets, but he’d been born with his talent anyway, and he was already a firm believer that people who could help others should.

“Can I think about it?” Tony asked, looking down and rubbing his thumb over the business card.

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect you to make this kind of decision on the spot.” Mr. Gibbons said, getting off his stool and straightening his hat, “I’ve already spoken with your parents and they’ve given their permission if you’re interested.”

“Really?” Tony’s eyes widened. Mom and Dad had always been alright with his ability, but he’d never really, well, talked to them about it before.

“They understand that you have a unique talent, and that if you choose to develop it legally into a career serving your country that it’s your choice.” Mr. Gibbons said, putting his stool back against the wall, “Of course, I would recommend that you speak with them about it as well. I have another stop here in town before I head back, but when you’ve made up your mind my number is on the back of that card. Don't lose it, and remember that if you agree to join, the sooner you let me know the sooner we can start your training.”

“Yes, sir.” Tony said, getting up from his stool and slipping the card into his apron pocket, this time shaking Mr. Gibbons’ hand when he offered it. “Thank you for coming and talking to me about this, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“You’re a bright kid Anthony,” Mr. Gibbons smiled, “I know you’ll make whatever choice is best. I hope to hear from you soon.”

And without another word, he turned and left the kitchen. Leaving Tony standing alone with his half-full pitcher, and a business card that felt like it was burning a hole in his apron.

Tony stared at the wall for a long minute, his head a mess of thoughts.

He walked to the back door, almost in a daze, propping it open to see the rain still coming down hard outside.

A real Super. Really helping people. Helping bring order and unity. Something that only someone like him could do.

He reached out a hand, pulling some of the rain over to fall across his palm, dripping off his fingertips.

This was something he could do.

[Read Chapter 2: Old Friends]

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G/T: Everybody Loves Me: Chapter 2

***Five years later…***

“Nice to meet ya’!”

I look up at the beautiful girl’s face, taking a minute to scan from her feet on the ground up to her peppy, warm countenance. She swiftly props herself down close to the floor and scoops me up in her hand, taking me into a warm embrace—you’d think we’ve known each other forever, the way she’s adoring me.

I pat her collarbone a few times, kinda like a “bro hug”, and in that vein, I can tell this is going to be a real ladybromance—I don’t even think I could avoid that outcome if I wanted to with this chick. This close-up, I’m realizing that I’m experiencing some abstract form of deja-vu—I must have seen her before? That’s awful strange, though, that I’d recognize her—I’m sorrowful to admit to you that I don’t generally remember faces very well; it’s not that I don’t care about people. I just meet so many!

“Haha, aren’t you the social butterfly! I’m Diamond. You’re welcome to call me “Di”. That’s what my best friend always called me-“

“Are you kidding, Diamond—Di—I know who you are!” She grins.

Oh boy, here we go. I try to fight my disappointed reflex and maintain a cheery attitude to match hers. I don’t want to fake it ‘till I make it, either. I want to be in the moment with her; actually embrace her upbeat energy, as I’m getting the vibe that it’s a sincere one. One that would still be here for anyone, despite that I’ve got this unshakable notoriety.

“Say, Tiffany, you look just a bit familiar. Have you ever—um, not to make this beautiful moment awkward at all—but have you ever, I dun’no, asked me to sign something? Maybe took a selfie with me?” I shrug.

“O-oh, no, I’m certain I’d remember that!” She giggles. “I’m kind of obsessed with your show. But if you want to take a selfie for my Insta-!” I smile and find her honestly endearing—oh, there’s that pang of familiarity again…?—and gesture for her to take out her phone, as you would gesture for the driver across the way to go ahead of you. Exuberant, she whips out her iPhone and follows through, and I smile wide. She shows me the picture and I notice that, finally, my eyes are matching my curled-up mouth, and I seem to be convincingly—no, sincerely—happy to be there.

“Have y’ever cohabitated with a Bel before?” She asks me casually, tucking her phone into her back pocket. I’m not used to this—I would’ve bet good money that she’d get distracted, investing a few minutes immediately posting the shot and getting her lucky fix of instant gratification by tagging me and watching the likes pour in…

…But, she didn’t…

And I just can’t shake, that that really reminds me of somebody. Who?! I believe her that she and I haven’t met before, but if that’s the case, who’s the girl she is reminding me of? I haven’t had a whole big social circle, contrary to popular belief. I’ve pretty much had two, maybe three, buddies come-and-go over the years, one of such friends closely dear to me. I choke back a tidal wave of emotion thinking about her, wondering where the time went, and compartmentalize it back to the recesses of my brain so I don’t screw up this moment, of which I promised I’m trying to be present.

No, my best girl isn’t like this, admittedly very charming, young lady at all.

“I’m sorry if I’m a little bit starstruck… Di!” She can’t seem to camouflage a little smile. She rubs the back of her neck timidly. “This reminds me of the time my brother had a run-in with a celeb at the mall. Guess what!”

I tilt my head slightly at my new roommate, wondering if I know this other star. “What’s that, Tiff?”

“He acted all aloof when he told me at dinner, like he wasn’t even fazed! Haha, well, I guess you’re the wrong person to tell, having lived in LA and probably partied at lotsa’ star-studded afterparties, huh?” She smirked in good-humor.

I feel my eyes crease into endearment again, too amused to point out that I haven’t actually lived in LA, nor have I attended any of those afterparties I’ve been invited to in years, figuring also that it’d be obnoxious to bring up sed invitations. “Yeah?” I chirp, trying to saturate my tone with as much suspense as I can muster. I see that innocent look in her brown eyes and feel this indescribable pull to make her happy. “Who was this superstar! Don’t leave me hangin’!”

“Oh my GOSH, Di, don’t even remind me—he literally refused to tell me! ‘Said I’d freak out, which honestly just got me more curious!”

I raise my hand up to my chin like The Thinker, and it crosses my mind that it might be me.

“What mall was he at—do you know?”

“Well, my brother’s not one to give many details, but I’m betting it was the Belshore Passage Mall.” Ah, that’s the mall right next to the Bel Parine-North America tunnel. It leads right to Tampa, where I’ve lived for the past seven years. Now, I’m almost sure it’s me, since hardly any actors I know live there—I stay there for my privacy. If it’s not apparent, I do like to keep my shenanigans low-key, guys.

I squint in recollection, secretly excited to see her cute reaction. “I live right next to Tampa, ya’ know. I’ve actually lived there since 2011,” I nod. “Bellshore Passage Mall was one of my favorite places to chill,”—when I wasn’t dodging the general public—I decide to finish off in my own head, not wanting to traumatize the younger gal like a child who sees Trashy Mall-Santa™ go out for a smoke.

Her draw drops like an agape manhole, “WHAT!” She exclaims, promptly mumbling “ohmygoshI’msorry”, realizing her tone. She quickly tightens her lips; I figure she’s trying to watch her manners, maybe because she’s trying to make an extra-specially-good impression, since it’s considered impolite for a Bel to open their mouth too-wide for too-long in front of a human (put two-and-two together! I don’t want to get into that awkward conversation, you sick, sick people!) “It was YOU?!” She whisper-shouts, tilting her head like a puppy trying to understand.

“I mean, can we know for sure? No, but-

Oh-Oh my goSH!” My face lights up, in actual epiphany this time.

She looks startled, “What?! What?!” Let’s face it, at this point, we’re freaking out as loudly as two middle schoolers saying ‘What’s up, guuuuuurl!” to each other in the hallway.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure it was me! Well, I’m pretty sure! You remind me so much of someone—of course, my mind went to girl first, but it must be your brother!” I put a hand on my hip in triumph. “What does he look like, Tiff?”

“Ooo, ooo! He’s got brown hair, usually messy, kinda’ spiky. A little bit ‘2008-hot’”, she grins, looking like she’s trying to keep-it-together. (I raise my eyebrows, mouthing, ‘Jenna Marbles?’, and she mouths back, ‘You know it!’) “He’s got a little stud under the corner of his lip. Some stud earrings that go with it. Oh! And a big tattoo of a tidal wave on his right arm. Can’t miss it, it’s so big,” she hypes, “especially for yo-oh gosh, I shouldn’t have said that, that was rude of me, I didn’t mea-“

“Nononono Tiffany, none of that apology sh*t, I’m not one of those humans,” I wave dismissively. I can’t shake the crystal-clear memory of both the tide-tat and the butterflies in my tummy from that day at the mall; I hadn’t mused on it for a while, actually. I went a whole month since thinking about it! Usually, I think about it every two weeks. I’m behind on schedule! I frown at the disappointing truth that it didn’t go anywhere, and I was too—what’s the word, intimidated?—too call the boy back. Heck, I didn’t even know his name. He probably is thinking to this day that I could care less about him, if he even remembers meeting me… It’s an incredibly rare event for me, to be intimidated; I’ve had the mantra in my mind, “I love it when people treat me like my inner ordinary girl,” but I’m going to be real with you, here. Something about it made me shy. I’d felt a little ‘exposed’, not like a stupid beauty guru, but a hermit crab without its shell.

I glance at my ring-finger where my grandpa’s tourmaline ring used to be and sigh, earning a concerned look from Tiffany. Yes, I lost it again. I don’t go anywhere—well, ever—but when when I actually do, it’s the Bellshore mall. It’s kind of humiliating, but I’m glad that wherever it went, I escaped the public ridicule of having lost it. Right after the sick moment I first noticed it was gone, Grandpa reassured me that he wasn’t upset with me; “it’s just a ring, an object, is all,” he said. But that doesn’t stop my hands from feeling naked. Now, not only is it attached to my grandpa’s happiest days, but the one happiest day of my life, too. I swear, for the whole year after that fateful day with Tiffany’s brother and the pink, glossy jewel, still adorning my hand, I could see his reflection in it… to be so consumed with a man you just met… and a Bel, at that! It’s like I need something; I need to get that ring back if I’m ever going to get my mind at ease.

“Why the long face?” Tiff coos, her hand stroking my back protectively.

“Tiffany, wait! This is my chance!” It dons on me, and suddenly, I feel ready to move into a bigger shell.

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