remember me under the sun

JON KENT. 19 i left my heart in metropolis.

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multiversalasskicker​:

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Coffee was important. America had never been a morning person, not even when she was a kid, so she’d learned to lean on caffeine at an early age. It was one thing that was, thankfully, a multiversal constant. Every universe had coffee of varying quality and price, but only this world had this particular coffee shop. It had been her favorite since she was a kid, and standing in line awaiting her turn to order, she could practically already feel the surge of energy the cup would grant her.

So focused on her quest for caffeination, she wasn’t paying much attention to the people around her. The boy behind her looked passingly familiar, sure, but America had been jumping from universe to universe since she was six years old. Just because she recognized someone didn’t mean she knew them. She might have met a version of him once, in another world, but here? She might be a stranger to him. And talking to strangers as if you knew them was a good way to be labeled as crazy.

Except… apparently, no one told this kid about that. He was tapping her on the shoulder, and then he was going on on what was a painfully awkward ramble. America quirked a single brow, tilting her head to the side. “Did you just ask me if I’m old?” She questioned, smirk playing at her lips. Getting a better look at him now, she did recognize him… but definitely not from here. It had been another world when she’d seen him last, and he’d been much younger. “You’re a long way from home, chico,” she commented, sizing him up. “And a lot older than you ought to be. There a story here?”

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Jon had an affinity for sticking his foot into his mouth. It was something he did often, embarrassingly enough. It was never with bad intentions, just he tended to act before thinking. It was something his dad told him would be his downfall, if he didn’t stop charging in head first with what he thought was the best option first then he’d get someone or even himself hurt. He was nineteen now and still tending to make the same mistakes he did when he was twelve. Some side effect of growing up way too fast he supposed, or he liked to tell himself that to make himself feel the tiniest bit better.

 “No? Yes? Kind of. My bad. I didn’t mean it like that! Foot, mouth. That’s me. I do it like way too much and that’s my secret power: being a big doofus.” Jon huffed, able to tell that she was likely amused at his word spillage. The reminder of his...displacement was one that made him frown slightly. “Yeah, tell me about it,” Jon sighed softly, “it’s a pretty weird and kinda complicated story. You got time?” 

Maybe if anyone could get it, at least to a degree, it’d be her. “I don’t remember if I introduced myself properly last time, but I’m Jon. I can get your coffee if you got time to hear about bonkers grandfathers and uh,” glancing around casually, or as casually as Jon could manage, he then looked back to say in a hushed tone to the girl, “blackholes, then I sure do a got a story for you.”

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dragonsdefender​:

❝ That’s… what is that? ❞

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It all happened so fast and not in a whirlwind sort of way where things happened and Colleen couldn’t follow — but in a way that it was just over before she anticipated it. She was catching her breath and looking at the man next to her — he couldn’t have been much older than BB. Capable and strong-willed and —

Colleen turned when he spoke, they had just wrapped up a small fight with someone who was using their powers to rob a bank and she had taken her eyes off the group for a second, and now she was watching them turn into… something else. “I…” Colleen crossed her arms and tipped her head to the side. “I think — is that a slime? Should we punch it? Can you punch a slime?”

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Jon scratched at his head, grimacing slightly. It wasn’t exactly ideal. He had been coming home from work and suddenly there was fight—of course it couldn’t ever be a normal fight. It had to be a powered individual trying to rob a bank and naturally that wasn’t going to fly. So Jon did what he always did and took a moment to change into his suit that maybe he shouldn’t always keep on him, but you never know when you might need it, and jumped into the fray beside a woman he didn’t know. 

“...I can try? Can’t promise I won’t send slime chunks everywhere. Ugh. Gross. This is like a slime tutorial gone bad.” Jon grumbled, already preparing himself. “Do you think if he splatters into pieces that’s like...seriously injuring him? I hope not. That sounds like a mess I don’t want any part in.” A pause then Jon smiled sheepishly, “fight. Right. My bad, we got this! Go team! Uh..what’s your name, again?”

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tshirt that says WELL INTENTIONED on the front and BUT STUPID on the back

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kxnel​:

( 📩 → Supershit 💥 ) You know I hate when you rush off like that, Jon. 

( 📩 → Supershit 💥 ) I worry about you, you dumbass.

( 📩 → Supershit 💥 ) I almost sent Krypto after you. 

[…]

( 📩 → Supershit 💥 ) You don’t have anything to apologize for, Jon 

( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i know. i’m sorry.  ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i know. ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): how many times can i say i know [UNSENT] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i’m glad you did. he’d drag me by my pants and i like these pants. :/ [ .... ] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i...know?  ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): okay, maybe i don’t. i just feel like i should still. ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): sorry.

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rictorscales​:

For a really long time, Ric hadn’t been the kind of guy who had friends. When he’d first joined X-Factor, he knew for a fact half the team didn’t want him there. He was the kid who’d just come incredibly close to bringing the entire state of California down around their ears, and while plenty of mutants had destructive powers, not many of them shook the world any time they were upset. It took a long time for Rictor to gain enough control to be approachable, and he still hadn’t figured out how to adjust his personality into one people weren’t immediately put off by.

But Jon was still around. Rictor certainly hadn’t been approachable towards him, but he hadn’t left yet. Ric wasn’t sure if he was glad for that or irritated by it. The muscle in his jaw twitched as Jon called him Julio, and he decided that, today at least, he was leaning more towards irritated. “Totally — Nobody even says that. Totally wack. Maldito pendejo, you — What’s your choice, then? What’s the superior ice cream flavor, you alien asshole?”

Jon wasn’t sure exactly what to call his and Ric’s friendship. They picked at each other constantly and it was entirely reminiscent of if they were siblings more than anything. Despite the constant badgering, Jon would do anything for Ric. They were friends and Jon would like to think despite Ric wanting to keep up apperances otherwise that he’d do the exact same for him. The guy had shown up at his house injured and it immediately freaked Jon out, sending him into motion to help. Ric was stuck with Jon as friend, whether he liked it or not. 

“I said it, so obviously some people do,” Jon snarked back and stuck his tongue out at Ric, the picture of maturity. “I’d ask if you live under a rock, but then I feel like you would hit me with a rock.” He snorted, “obviously rocky road. I have taste, Rictor. I want a sugar bomb while eating ice cream. It’s the only way. Also, ignoring the alien asshole comment. That’s just mean.”

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text message → @kxnel

( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): hey, you don’t have to freak or anything. i’m fine. ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i just had to go think.  ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): sorry for just dashing off like that.  [ .... ] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i'm really sorry in general, conner. ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): it’s not fair that i got the good version of dad and he never— [UNSENT] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): is it the same here? does he ignore you here too? [UNSENT] ( 📩 → thotnner 💥 ): i’m really sorry. i noticed it growing up but i never understood. i didn’t get why you two didn’t seem close because i thought he was great. it may be different here, but i never got to tell my universe’s conner i’m sorry. i’m sorry i’m sorry. you deserve better. [UNSENT]

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we’re not GOOD, we’re SUPER.

@kxnel

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outlawe​:

[ OUTGOING → SON ] thank you, jon!

[ OUTGOING → SON ]  i appreciate you thinking of me. ❤️

[ OUTGOING → SON ]  understandable, trust me i get it. i miss my dad.

[ OUTGOING → SON ]  lian says hello and that she wants you to come visit soon! frog raised his head and went back to sleep though  😂

( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): of course!!!  ( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): thanks for all the help these past few months. i know you didn't have to, but thank you. it means a lot.  ( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): i miss him so much. and mom. and ma and pa. i miss not having to build everything from the ground up and hope things don’t tumble and fall apart. i just— [UNSENT] ( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): that is very valid of frog. tell her i can come see her whenever she wants!! i’ll bring the snacks 😝

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text message → @outlawe

( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): hey, happy father’s day, my guy!  ( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): sorry it’s belated!! but uh  ( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): this day hasn’t been easy for the last seven years so ya know.  ( 📩 → roy 🧑🏼‍🦰 ): figured i’d shoot you a text though! tell lian and frog i said hi 👋

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ofcosmicwonder​:

Donna smiled, not pressing the issue of parents when she was sure the alien from another universe was missing more than just parents right now. “English?” she repeated with a raised eyebrow as she plopped down on the couch. “You know, English isn’t my first language either, right? Though… Greeks prefer to use ten words when one will do.”

Jon groaned dramatically and flopped down beside the Amazon, hitting his face with his stack of papers and sighing loudly. “English homework is hard, dude.” He grumbled. “Usually my—” It felt like a never-ending rollercoaster most days. It’s like he’d forget he couldn’t just ask his mom to help him or fly up to his grandparents' farm. The grief never failed to punch him right in the chest when he least expected it. “...my mom. I usually asked my mom for help. I thought Kara might be able to help.”

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rictorscales​:

Well… to each his own. // @supersxn​

“What’s that supposed to mean?” There was no reason to snap, but it had always been Rictor’s go-to type of response. Rusty had scolded him for it more than once, sighed that long-suffering sigh and shook his head. Not everybody’s out to get you, Ric, he’d said once. Sometimes you gotta give people a chance to speak before you yell at them. And Jon had earned a chance to speak, hadn’t he? He’d been… god, as much as Rictor hated to admit it, Jon had been a good friend lately. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Rictor sighed and tried the age-old technique of counting to ten before looking back too Jon and, a little more calmly this time, asking, “What’s that supposed to mean, Jonathan?” Okay, so maybe he was still snapping. A tiger couldn’t change its stripes, right?

Jon was used to this, to Ric snapping at him. It was just how Ric seemed to operate, to lash out at someone before they even got the chance to. If he didn’t already know Jason then Jon would say that Jason and Ric were entirely too similar and would likely be friends. Besides, being friends with someone like Damian Wayne he had learned to take the biting tones and let them roll off his shoulders. Ric didn’t mean. Well, he hoped he didn’t at least. It was just hopefully an instinct. 

Biting his tongue to refrain from laughing at the clear attempt to contain his temper, Jon waited patiently until Ric spoke once more. “It means, Julio, that your taste in ice cream is totally wack.” He said with a serious look on his face before the laughter bubbled up over and he couldn’t contain anymore, the serious look wiping away in an instant. “Like seriously, dude? Choices. I offer to go get us some and that’s what you want? Really?”

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multiversalasskicker​:

( 😂 ) an embarrassing text // @supersxn

(✉️ ➡️ multiversal toddler): flew into the side of a building today because a real hot girl walked by! (✉️ ➡️ multiversal toddler): tell no one. i have a very cool reputation. people think of me as the ultimate badass, kent, and i can’t disappoint them.

( 📩 → hot grandma ): hahahaha ( 📩 → hot grandma ): i really can’t laugh about this, i’m sorry i just  ( 📩 → hot grandma ): i was walking to work and a hot guy was on a jog and passed me by. i shattered my new reusable cup for my iced coffees :/  ( 📩 → hot grandma ): i won’t tell if you don’t tell about mine.

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@multiversalasskicker​

Working at the Daily Planet now had its perks. Jon was making money so Conner no longer could tease him about getting a job and he didn’t feel like he was mooching off his older brother. The downside? He was exhausted. Being an adult sucked. Like majorly. This was a lot more brainpower forward rather than just using his super strength to help around the farm. He never had been a big fan of school when he was younger and still now, but being in sales was a start at least. He could eventually figure out what he wanted to do with his life in a new universe when he finished school. 

Jon had formed a new deeper love for coffee and energy drinks at this point, so stopping at a coffee shop after work so he could at least be up and around in case the night job called was the norm. What wasn’t the norm was recognizing the girl in line before him. It seemed like ages ago but remembered her from when he was still in his universe. Much younger than he was now and still coming into his powers, wearing ripped jeans and a zip-up hoodie for his house crest. Before he could second guess it, Jon was tapping her on the shoulder and froze as soon as she looked at him. “Uh, hi...? Remember me? Wow, this is weird. I’m sorry, uh—it’s been a while, but you still look...similar. Did you not age?” Idiot. “I mean! Wow, this is awkward. Hi, hello. Please ignore me.”

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maidenxfmight​:

It truly was becoming something of a family tradition – not science, not engineering, not – and Kara sincerely hoped it was something Jon truly wanted. Her own motivations were clear to her: it was more than a paycheck. It was getting the truth out, after watching her own planet burn when it was locked away. It was about making a difference in and out of her cape. Jon, Jon needed a paycheck. It still felt bigger somehow, when she saw him standing in the Daily Planet lobby, dressed to the nines and fidgeting on his feet. She watched his hand lift to his glasses, and barely managed not to mirror the motion. He looked so good. Another El, setting off to make something of themselves, not only on a new planet, but in a new universe.

“Hey! You look perfect.” She stepped up, grinning. He was going into sales, low level, and his suit would probably be wrinkled by the end of the day, but he’d learn. “The Danvers have this tradition, on the first day of school, or on a new job, you always get a planner, so–”

She offered a small leather day planner, the House of El crest barely visible on the lower right corner. “Welcome to The Daily Planet, Jon.”

It almost felt like it was an entire lifetime ago that he was standing in the Daily Planet, much younger and trailing after his parents, getting distracted by everything and anything he thought looked remotely cool. Absently, he wondered if they knew. If Jor-El explained what the hell happened to him, or if his parents were left wondering what happened to their kid in space. The mere thought was enough to make him wrinkle his nose up and a mixture of emotion swirling through him rendering him momentarily speechless. There were moments, in between breaths and just living that he was reminded of his loss. He had gained so much but lost so much in the exact same moment. Jon had always been in between two worlds, human on one hand and Kryptonian on the other, now he was between two worlds. The new life he had forged and the old life he would no longer fit into with his jagged edges and pieces. Always in between, never one or the other, or both.

Shaking his head, Jon managed a shaky smile, hoping to play it off as nerves rather than the shaking heartbreak he was reminded of day after day. “Thanks, Kara.” He breathed out, taking the planner and overlooking it, the smile becoming much more solid and eyes shining. “...thank you, really. I know I keep saying it, but thank you.” Jon could never thank Kara enough, for being so willing to accept him into her life and making him feel like he, well, belonged. At the very least on his way to belonging.

“...so where do I go?” Jon breathed out with a sheepish smile.

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rictorscales​:

Rictor kept a straight face at Jon’s suggestion, even pretended to consider it before the other shoe dropped. He elbowed the younger man harshly in the side as Jon looked to Jamie. “Don’t ruin it,” he hissed, flashing Madrox a smile and a half-nod. Thankfully, Jon didn’t seem intent on outing him to Jamie. Rictor turned to Jon with an expression that made it clear he was holding back a laugh. “Dude. This is his third.” For a detective, Madrox had never been particularly observant. Part of it was probably the whole ‘duplicating himself and sending his clones to do his biddings’ thing. That was bound to take an awful lot of energy. 

Turning back to his friend (boss? Could one call Madrox a boss, in any sense?), Rictor observed the scene with a hum. “He ate my yogurt,” he said in way of explanation. “Like, three months ago. Star wrote my name on it and everything, and he still ate it. He deserves this.”

Jon grumbled at the elbow to the side, not budging an inch and just shooting Ric an exasperated look. “His third?! Dude.” He had to bite back his loud laughter that threatened to bubble up and over in response. The self-control didn’t last very long in the snickering that finally managed to escape the man, hand covering his mouth in a last-ditch effort to smother the laughter. He was trying not to be suspicious, but it was entirely too hard not to outright laugh at the unfortunate situation Jamie had been put into because of them.

“...three months ago? You really are petty. I can appreciate that. How long have you been planning this? The whole three months? I need to know if planning went into this.” Jon asked, elbowing Ric with a far too amused grin on his face. “Like, were you sitting and plotting away? Just curious. I want to know how much work went into this or if this was pure chance and you remembered the offense and decided to act.” 

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rictorscales‌:

(✉️ ➡️ bitch.): like i don’t already (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): i’m very humble! fuck you! (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): my life would be amazing. i would be in paradise. all my problems would instantly vanish. (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): that’s disgusting. never say that again. (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): god (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): i have never hated anyone as much as i hate you

( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): i take it back. don’t suffer because that’s your favorite thing to do. ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): hmmmmmm i don’t think you are? sounds fake to me.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): that’s the opposite of what you want, so you’re welcome ! ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): you  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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rictorscales‌:

(✉️ ➡️ bitch.): butthead? fuck you! you’re a butthead. (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): ha! i knew it! (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): you should always feel stupid. (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): yeah! he does! so fuck you! (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): is it? because i have my doubts (✉️ ➡️ bitch.): also nice people don’t call innocent people buttheads so. checkmate, bitch.

( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): no, YOU! you’re the biggest butthead to ever butthead in fact. president of the butthead club!  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): in this house we only stan shatterstar. i don’t know this rictor character but he sounds like a butthead.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): why are you yelling at me? i’ve done nothing wrong in my life ever.  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): it’s not my fault you don’t know what a nice person looks like but you sure don’t see one when you look in the mirror, sir!  ( 📩 → julio 🤠 ): you are FAR from innocent, show me the proof!!!