#fenixthread

[fenixfcrce]

storm | angel rodriguez // 👻for a scared text

[ txt ] angel i’m kinda freaking out [ txt ] someone on twitter found out about me being um [ txt ] you know [ txt ] and all the replies are saying rly nasty things about me [ txt ] what do i do??

@angelstormx

[fenixfcrce]

crunch | dominic noftus // 🌜for a late night text

[ txt ] hey so just wondering [ txt ] are you able to see my internet search history [ txt ] ???

@getcrvnched

[fenixfcrce]

black night | malcolm cole // [ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .

Ramón was still getting used to his new home with the Advocates, and even if everybody was —for the most part— warm and welcoming, he still felt slow to acclimating himself. All the socializing and introducing himself was tiring; he couldn’t help being so introverted. Whenever he managed to get closer to someone, Ramón had to remember that every wanted��to know him and be his friend. Easier said than done.

Malcolm seemed nice enough, though. After winning an invitation to hang out with him in his dorm, Ramón felt elated. He just hoped he could continue to endear himself to others without sabotaging himself—

And that’s when he accidentally crossed a line.

“Hey, what’s this—?” he asked, reaching out to touch the impressive sword leaning against Malcolm’s closet. That was his mistake. Within moments, Ramón found himself being swatted away by the shorter man’s quick gesture — not hard or anything, but still forcefully enough to take Ramón by surprise. “Sorry, I—” he begins, immediately feeling embarrassed. 

Nice job breaking it, Ramón.

@ofarmocr​

[fenixfcrce]

lightning | mathieu oliviera // 🤡 for a silly text

[ txt ] jw have you ever made empanadas with chocolate inside them [ txt ] is that a thing or will my ancestors come down from heaven and smack me if i try it

@goldenbolts

[fenixfcrce]

splice | alex vasquez // [ wall ] your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

Ramón always found himself drawn to the domineering types with bravado and a seeming lack of inhibitions about themselves — in other words, the complete opposite of himself. He hated how meek he felt most of the time, unable to act on his desires and let them known to others.

Alex knew he was sexy. It was obvious. Whereas Ramón still wore his attractiveness tentatively and with self-doubt, Alex had no such qualms. The way he walked around Advocate Hall with swagger and confidence, Ramón couldn’t help but sneak a peak at him from time to time, wondering if he could ever be interested in someone like himself—

And then he was abruptly pinned against the wall by this aforementioned stud.

“What are you—” he begins, feeling Alex’s hot breath against his face. And that wasn’t the only thing he felt pressed against him. 

@splicedire​

[fenixfcrce]

crunch | dominic noftus // [ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / [ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly 

Physical contact, even non-sexual, filled Ramón with dread. He never knew how to express his discomfort with people who were more willing to throw themselves around others (literally or not) than he was. It made him seem cold and distant, which Ramón really didn’t want to be. It was just his natural defense systems doing what they were established to do.

And yet, he felt at ease around Dominic, as though they were old friends going way, way back. It didn’t seem like the Advocate known as Crunch would be that way given his abilities, but Ramón was regularly surprised by how physical he was, much less how un-resistant he was to Dom’s comforting touch.

They were doing some speed training in the Emergency Chamber when the older man helped him visualize how to hone in on a distant target — Dom’s powerful chest pressed against Ramón’s back, pointing his muscular arm up towards a waypoint on the other side of the room. 

Goddamn, he smells good—

Right. Focus, Fénix...

@getcrvnched

[fenixfcrce]

headcase // [ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

Compared to just a few years ago, Ramón felt remarkably more comfortable in a public bathroom, especially in the showers. He used to worry about sticking out and not “fitting in” with his fellow men, but that anxiety melted away the more frequently he put himself in these situations. Turns out nobody cares what you’re doing as long as you’re minding your own business.

But then, like all of the worst nightmares, his fears came true. Almost like this was a dream. Was it a dream?

Under the spray of hot water, Ramón washed his sculpted body, paying no mind to the sound of his shower stall opening for an unexpected guest. Realizing he was no longer along, he glances over his shoulder to find who was encroaching on his space.

“Can I help you...?” he asks, then suddenly realizing the other could see his bare ass. Ramón hoped that was all he could see...

@headcasc