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ofrcdrcbins:

thomas had been in a bit of a daze for the past hour, it was odd- his mind was a confusing puzzle, he kept remembering things but they didn’t fit in with the things that thomas thought he knew. he was mostly stumbling along, wishing that his phone wasn’t dead so that he could get ahold of bruce or dick.

however, he bumped into someone and when thomas goes to apologize his eyes move up and land on kon. he feels something pull in his gut- has a flash of a moment- kon hugging him with some redhead that thomas doesn’t recognize yet. but, it’s coming back. the man reaches a hand out to grab kon’s, squeezing it gently.

“ no. you’re right where you need to be, superdork. “

thomas smiles before he’s hugging the other tightly, afraid to let him go again.

oh. oh, okay. kon hadn’t expected that, hadn’t really thought he’d run into tim-thomas here, but it actually makes the whole mess feel a whole lot less intimidating. his heart thumps in his chest irregularly. he makes a small noise of surprise, but he hugs him back tightly, hand pressed comfortably to the small of his back.

“ you think so ?? ” kon asks, giving a slight smile, but he also hasn’t let go of tim just yet, relieved as he is for just a moment that feels halfway normal.

#ofrcdrcbins #𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔠𝑘𝔦𝔫' 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔬𝑦 ( interactions. )

kon’s had a lot of time to come to terms with some shit about himself. and then he had some time being dead. which means he’s never actually gotten around to going to pride. he also probably has never said the words i’m gay in his life, which means he’s feeling a little bit anxious. everyone here seems to happy and open and...kon doesn’t know how to be that way yet.

--- he’s been told countless times that he’s got the gay fashion thing down already, though, so he’s safe to be here in his superboy costume && one little rainbow flag painted on his cheek by some sweet girl he met earlier with a bunch of brushes. “ am i in your way ?? ” he asks, barely paying attention, fixated as he is on the festivities.

#infinites:start #infinties: event #anYWAY i love kon el

ofrcdrcbins:

something feels off inside of thomas’ stomach when the man backs away, as if he’s taking a small piece of the boy with him which is entirely ridiculous because they’ve only just met and thomas isn’t weak in the knees for every top that grabs his face and calls him boy.

“ i’m thomas? i don’t know if that helps you. people i like can call me tom. “

he grins at that, smug, because thomas knows he’s attractive even though his clothes are about thirty six hours old and might have a small blueberry stain on the knee of his jeans. the man still can’t look away from the other, memorized by the familiarity of his smile.

“ are you on grindr? “

an eyebrow inches up towards kon’s hairline slowly but surely. yeah, you’re goddamn right that’s fucking tim. no matter what he thinks his goddamn name is, kon knows him. actually, kon likes to think he knows him better than anybody. his grin is wider, gaze sharp.

“ i could be, ” he drawls. and he should feel a little guilty. he does feel guilty, actually. he shouldn’t be teasing fake-tim like this, but what else is he supposed to do? if he freaks out and runs, then maybe they won’t see each other again.

and maybe, just maybe, if kon sticks around, tim will remember him. also, you know, he’s young && he’s been dead. so one mention of grindr and he’s a bit more alert. sue him. he missed this boy. “ or i could just give you my number ?? ”

#ofrcdrcbins

ofrcdrcbins:

thomas was trying to find the bus stop- it was a section of town that he was unfamiliar with and he had no idea where he was suppose to catch this bus to get back to his apartment. he might’ve been mumbling to himself, not that he’d admit to that. suddenly, he was startled back as some fuckin man just slammed to the ground in front of him.

the man was incredibly gorgeous. thomas couldn’t help but stare- a bit speechless, as he felt something pulling in his gut. his face was being held and he was staring into beautiful eyes. “ um, uh. have we met before? “ he asked. “ wait no, we couldn’t have. i couldn’t EVER forget a face as beautiful as yours. “ oh thomas, the irony.

pump the brakes -- what ?? kon’s whole brain sounds like a car crash right now. rubber hits pavement at break-neck speeds. “ i’m sorry what ?? ” kon drops his hands to his sides, immediately, and then steps back like he’s been shocked. he can’t figure out the angle here, but his heart is pounding.

definitely not the reunion he wanted. not the one he expected, not the one, if kon’s being totally honest, he needs. but he swallows hard around the stubborn lump in his throat. yeah, okay. so this is a new issue. he can figure this out. “ must have mistaken you for someone, i guess. ” he keeps a more respectful distance, now, gives a cocky sort of superboy smile, and extends his hand. “ call me kon. ” fake it till you make it, superboy.

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bllackbat:

cassandra was able to read one’s demeanor better than most, picking up on clues via body language to gauge how another was feeling. and just by looking at kon, she could tell there’s confusion that he isn’t voicing. “how’ve i been?” she reiterates, as if it was shocking that he would ask such a… loaded question. “kon… do you remember anything that’s happened?”

kon cocks his head, shrugs. “ i mean -- i remember getting beat to death, if that’s what you’re asking. ” he remembers that pretty goddamn clearly, thanks for asking, miss cain. “ i remember all the shit before that, too. but what am i missing ?? ” dread, unbridled, is building in his gut. “ are my people okay ?? ”

#𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔠𝑘𝔦𝔫' 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔬𝑦 ( interactions. )#bllackbat

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oh, thank god !! kon’s had time to gather enough. a cursory glance through the news had gotten him at least half up to speed. and with that came the worry. if half the world was gone, where were his friends ?? he can’t imagine this world without bart and cassie and tim. ( he spares a thought for the others, too, but those three are everything to him ) if this world doesn’t have YOUNG, JUST US. then what’s the damn point ?? so when he sees tim, kon doesn’t think to start easy. it’s tim, and tim is -- a lot to kon, has been a lot to kon for a long, long time. so there’s no need to go slow, explain his own strange resurrection. instead, kon just falls out of the sky, boots loud as they make heavy impact right in front of tim.

“ i thought i heard you, ” he says, and now that he’s up close, he can hear the strong, intimately familiar sound of tim’s heart in his chest. kon doesn’t dive in for a smooch, or anything, he’s too cool for that. he’ll give tim a moment to acclimate, at least, but he does put a hand on either side of tim’s face, more gentle than he’s ever been. unworried, kon just beams down at tim. “ how’ve you been, boy wonder ?? ”

#ofrcdrcbins #ask and ye shall recieve

bllackbat:

with her dance bag tucked beneath her arm and sound-drowning headphones that played the moonlight sonata, cass almost didn’t notice someone was making an attempt to get her attention. though when she sees who the disturbance is from, she’s far from surprised. until she realizes, of course, that this may not be the kon she’s known prior to thanos’s reign. “2018,” she’ll answer, a slight cock of her head to one side. her senses allow her to pick up on his high strung demeanor, most likely stressed or worried about something. and truthfully, cass can’t blame him. “kon?”

okay, well -- that’s a familiar face. kon sags with relief a little, at least people still exist, or whatever. “ cass? ” he asks incredulously. he’s not in gotham, so what’s cass doing here? he clears his throat, then tries again. “ yeah, it’s me -- uh -- how’ve you been? ” which is not the question he wants to ask. he wants to ask a thousand more, but he suddenly feels a little awkward. how does he explain that he’s alive and freaking-the-fuck-out about it?

#bllackbat

hornedjustce:

matt had risen from the dead before, okay maybe not fully but according to all the papers daredevil was killed alongside elektra in the collapse of the building. he should have been dead months ago, remembering how unable he was to leave her side and yet he was still walking the busy streets of new york. when did he start getting lucky? then again the world was kind of a mess so who was he to say. pausing at the voice speaking up, presumably to him, the lawyer turns in their direction taking a brief moment before he speaks. “ june thirteenth twenty eighteen. ”

twenty eighteen, holy shit. kon has missed a couple years. that makes his head spin. he doesn’t even think to thank the stranger for giving him the day, because he’s suddenly feeling very-extremely nauseous. what the fuck. “ fuck -- you serious? ” he asks, patting his pockets like he’s gonna find his phonin there. he hasn’t gotten around to getting a phone, and who would he call anyway? he wants to know where his team is, where clark is. “ any chance you know if superman’s around? ”

#hornedjustce #𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔠𝑘𝔦𝔫' 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔬𝑦 ( interactions. )

sndsmrk:

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, a flurry of blonde hair & passive aggressive ‘ excuse me’s ’ paint a perilous picture. cassie’s late for another lecture, THANKS TIM & BART ! ( couldn’t be sure it was those two hogging bathrooms ━━ she’ll blame them anyway. ) PAUSED AT A RED LIGHT, finger carts through text book. eyes instinctively roll at question uttered to her side. ❛ you got a phone ? CHECK IT. ❜ sights dart up to deliver deadpan glare, and instead set to a widen. ❛ … kon ? ❜ brows pull up above confused eyes, face softens. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, those lost to dust had been popping up ━━ sans memories, but alive. part of her quietly resents them. each time another returned, cassie begrudged the loss of him ━━ superboy, conner, kon. THEIR BEST FRIEND, ( amongst other things. ) wondered how it was fair that the hole left in the titan’s hearts would never quite heal over whilst all around them were reunions.

& AND SOMEHOW, THERE HE WAS. stupid question on his lips, like two years without him had never gone by. book falls thoughtlessly to her side. ❛ it’s … it’s june. june, eleventh. 2018. how did … ? are … is it really ━━ are you … you ? ❜ unable to will away lump forming in her throat, cassandra will later notice streaks left in her blush by the tears that roll down freckled cheeks. ❛ kon, DO YOU REMEMBER ME ? ❜

well -- well, kon would know that voice anywhere. he doesn’t even hear the date, because relief threatens to knock him down. it steals his breath, and he can’t even think straight. cassie is, always is, one of his very best friends. they’re part of the most legendary quartet of all time, frankly. everything after the four of them - tim, cassie, kon, bart - was incidental. “ i remember you, ” he says, voice uncharacteristically quiet. how could he forget cassie ??

“ it’s me. ” kon thinks that’s a safe promise to make -- he feels like himself. he winces when he sees the tears on her face. without thinking, he pulls cassie into the tightest hug he can manage, arms around her waist, nearly picking her up off the ground. “ holy shit, it’s so good to see you. ” and now he’s nearly crying he’s so relieved. he can feel the familiar beat of her heart, and he feels like the weight of the world is off his shoulders. goddamn.

hope swells in his chest again, a familiar friend too. everything’s okay. the world hasn’t ended. kon can find a place in it again.

#tbt. interaction #sndsmrk

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kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable. he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero. standing out is sort of what he does. but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead – he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to. so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target. it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost. he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best. he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him. he feels too big and too small, all at once. ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. ) fingers twist at an earring anxiously. what if the world forgot about him ??

“ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh. he’s time-traveled before. he’s been thousands of years in the future. but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ?? he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.

kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable. he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero. standing out is sort of what he does. but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead -- he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to. so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target. it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost. he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best. he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him. he feels too big and too small, all at once. ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. ) fingers twist at an earring anxiously. what if the world forgot about him ??

“ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh. he’s time-traveled before. he’s been thousands of years in the future. but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ?? he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.

#infinites:start #listen.....pLS love me and kon #hes very glad to be alive kthx

PUNK’S NOT DEAD !!

#infinites:intro

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