INACTIVE (FOLLOW HVMANTASER)

Quinn Gabriel; all the kids call him the human taser. He'd rather be called "Blue Spark", it's heroic, ... right?

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you’re like LIGHTNING in a bottle

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you’re like LIGHTNING in a bottle

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Steve + being worried about his girls

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(taken from this) Wanted plot! We’ve been best friends since we were like 8 and now we’re young adults but we’re still so close and know basically everything about each other. At one point I confessed I liked you but turns out you’re super straight since you have a girlfriend and all. Oh, and suddenly there’s a new vigilante/hero in the city and I’ve taken quite a liking to them after being saved but I have no idea it’s you because he never talks and you always seem to answer my texts on time. Now he’s becoming well known and I’m fawning over him and telling you all about it as I’m tending to your wounds from, what was it? A fight? Anyway turns out the next time I saw this mysterious vigilante/hero, I made out with him. For once in my life I found a boy that likes me back even though I know nothing about him, aren’t you happy for me? ..wait are you blushing? Why are you making this weird and awkward all of a sudden, dude?

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& sevendeliriums ;

“People will listen if they want to pass.” He answered with a shrug, and leaned back into his chair, propping his feet up on the table. “Well? I’m waiting.” 

“Hey, that's like blackmail or something.” It was then that Quinn realized he wasn't getting anywhere stalling. The boy furrowed his brows, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down nervously. “This isn’t math or algebra or whatever stupid class… I-I don’t want to do it because I know I can hurt people. How do you think I got here in the first place?”

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luxurioussins:

‘how do i interact with you’

write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the face i don’t care just write with me

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      A LIGHT, SCOFFING LAUGH escaped past the male’s lips. “hey. i’m not a walking tree, squirt.” he was serious about ninety five percent of the time, so for renzo to show amusement, or to even smile or laugh, was a big improvement —– and in this moment, he was actually returning quinn’s playfulness. as he rummaged through his set of dresser drawers, he seemed to have trouble for a moment or two finding a smaller sized shirt (forgot where he stashed them, you know), but he was listening to the other male as he searched. “i don’t care about the shirts, quinn. i care about your nose.” his roundabout way of saying he cared more for quinn than any material object. finally found one —– a smaller sized black tshirt, comfy, worn and washed and dried several times. large hands lifted it and held it out for quinn to inspect. “you’re not incompetent, either. this okay?”

“Squirt? Oh c'mon I’m not even going to give you a full point for that one, you gotta work on your insults.” Quinn liked it; the lighthearted banter, the way Renzo smiled, and his laugh. The younger wondered how often people get the blessing to witness such a thing. “I appreciate that… My nose is fine, though. It’s a little bit red but it isn’t broken, besides it was my fault.” He took a few steps forward to meet with the other male and the shirt he spent time looking for. When he reached to the garment, fingers brushing against Renzo’s, he left a little static shock as per usual. Fortunately, it wasn’t anything painful, though it had seemed like he built up a bit of that stored away energy in all the smiles and laughter. Brown eyes surveyed the shirt momentarily before he gives the other a simple nod, “Yeah. It looks good…” Quinn breathed whilst looking over once more, then stuffing it between his legs as he stripped off the larger and ill-fitted shirt. He wasn’t defined, muscular, or looked as if he was carved from stone— no, he was built soft but there was a hint of muscle hidden along his limbs somewhere. It suited his petite and delicate frame, along with that small coffee stain birthmark just over his appendix scar. “Thank you, now I’m spared from feeling like I’m wearing a cloak.” He mused, slipping on the black shirt over naked torso and handing over the other one. “Much better, right?”

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“Oh, straight boys... masculinity is such a fragile thing.”

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Peter Parker in Captain America: Civil War

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& motormouthx ;

“Ah static.” He shook his hand away as the other brushed his. “Man, maybe you should get a job then.” he said almost too quickly, his words seemed to merge together. “I mean not to be rude or anything. Oh and I’m not magician. I take great offence to the hair comment.” Peter grinned, as he spoke. sarcasm dripping from every word. “It’s natural. unfortunately.”

Quinn knelt down to retrieve his wallet and stuff it back in his pocket, only to end up looking at the other male blankly when he mentioned static. What? “Static? Oh, oh! Ouch, I’m sorry, I honestly don’t feel it when it happens.” The boy shrugged, “And it’s not that I can’t get one, it’s just that... well, I can’t. I guess. How am I supposed to juggle schoolwork and a job? I’m not Superman.” Now he’s just being over-dramatic.

“I didn’t mean any offense by the hair thing. If it was a choice it would be a bit on the different side, but I guess if it’s natural then.. well, I don’t really know where I’m going with this. Different is good. I think Andy Warhol might have hair like yours, though. So if magic isn't your thing, then what is?”

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& tempestsx ;

“I am a conundrum, Quinn.” She leans in close to emphasize in a whisper. “I am a conundrum.” He truly is a big ball of positive energy ( figuratively and literally ). No one had ever been so excited to have her paint their nails- or be a sidekick for that matter. She pulls the brush up midstroke?? as a laugh barrels out of her. Narrowly avoiding disaster. “You’re fucking perfect. And empowered is all I could ask you to be. You beautiful, beautiful bastard.”

He rolled his eyes, “You are too good for this world. What did I do to deserve you?” When she finished on one hand, Quinn held it up for a better look; a goofy smile spread across his lips. He was absolutely thrilled. “Holy confidence boost from the application of nail polish, Batman! Now I have the determination to slay all the hearts I want,” He laughed, lowering his hand once more, admiring her handiwork. “...you know if I had any sort of game. But that’s why I have you as my wingman, right?”