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tran, josephine

Legs are soon wrapped around his waist as her back makes contact with the bed, and she can hear the sound of her glass falling onto the ground, but it’s a clang and not a shatter, so she lets it slide. Jo’s not sure what’s effecting her body more, the whiskey in her system or Raf’s lips against hers, but she revels in the feeling either way. It feels good to be so close to somebody she cares about ( even if it’s not LIKE THAT ) , and after the week she had, she’s DESPERATE for a distraction. The hands trailing down his back bunch up the fabric of his shirt, giving a tug small enough to let him know what she wants, but not wanting to cross a line. He did just tell her he was a virgin, after all.

the feel of jo against him is helping him forget, and when she tugs at his shirt, rafael pulls it off. he keeps returning back, and back and back and back whenever uncertainty arises, because this has his mind going blank. being able to feel nothing but comfort and electricity is all he’s ever wanted. he pulls at her shirt, too, wordlessly, wanting to make sure this is okay, that she’s alright, before they do something they can’t undo.

#threads; raf #ft. jo #is this bad? yes #but i wanna get to the awkward stuff

rafael had made a mistake. he had made a huge mistake, and it kept growing and growing inside him with every moment that passed. part of him kept thinking how the drink and his dick had gotten him into this mess, that kept to seem forming and forming in his stomach, but then he remembered, no, this isn’t your dicks fault, this is your fault. and there was no person rafael would less like to see right now than jude park, the source of at least half of his guilt. he couldn’t even muster up a smile when he saw her enter the library, only a nod of acknowledgement. “miss park,” he greeted, “how are finals treating you so far?”

@judesfm

#threads; raf #ft. jude #this is bad but pls love me

shepherd, francis

“ like i get if your teeth are fucked , my guy but you look like you want to punch —- idk , who’s the nicest person here ? its like you wanna punch any of the sutton sisters. “ he knew where the other was coming from , but would it really be him if he didn’t tease him — he had grown to care about the other , it was why he didn’t tell him he almost ran off a couple of weeks ago. “ i don’t know man , have you even asked her out on a date ? i think you have to definitely start there. “ francis knew the steps , he just hadn’t executed them on that one person because he knew they’d either get mad or it’d be too awkward. “ has she shown interest ? have you been nice to her ? we’re not in elementary school where pulling girl’s hair shows them we like them. “ he pauses , “ outside of the bedroom of course. “

rafael sent francis a particularly brutal scowl, just for that comment. he was pretty sure francis was just teasing him and didn’t mean anything by it, but still. he turned to his roommate, looking at him like he was insane. “francis, i- i don’t know much, but i’m quite sure asking someone on a date isn’t step one.” at least, it couldn’t be, not in raf’s mind, because as of now there was too big a chance that she’d say no. “you should... i mean, aren’t you supposed to woo someone first?” he didn’t know if jude had shown interest, and he tried to be nice to her-. rafael frowned, “why would you pull a girl’s hair in the-?” he cut himself off, before whacking francis in the arm. “porco guida, francis, that’s- tell me, why do you revel in profanity, ah?”

#threads; raf #ft. francis #pls picture his accent getting stronger as he's yelling at francis thnx

tran, josephine

She invited him to do it – DARED it, even – but still, when he begins to lean in Jo feels a quick surge of panic, wondering if she made the right choice… But then his lips find hers and for once her mind is quiet, and her earlier stresses about family and the holidays and other guys are put to rest and she lets herself enjoy the kiss, warm and comforting. Her arm slowly moves to loop around his neck, nudging him a little closer, not wanting to pull away just yet. If she could keep this feeling for a little while longer, she’d be content.

there’s something oddly comforting about this. rafael has only had stolen kisses, in dark corners and cold places, so being able to press against her slowly, his hand going to her cheek, it was new, and especially nice. he found himself getting closer, closer, pushing her until they were supine on her bed. he knew, in the back of his mind, that jo would tell him if she had a problem with this, or more likely punch him in the face. but the front of his brain was just saying closer, more. more of this feeling, more of thinking he was bigger than he was, whole and not alone.

#threads; raf #ft. jo

tran, josephine

“ It’s why we get along so well, “ she pointed out, smiling rather fondly. She hadn’t known Rafael very long, admittedly, only a few months at most – but she’d surprisingly become comfortable in her presence, close to how she felt with Lou and Rowan, her friends of years. But not COMPLETELY the same. “ I dare you to kiss me. “ It’s almost as if she didn’t realize what she said, but as soon as they’re out, all Jo can do is flash him a coy smirk, wondering if he’d go along with it or not. Part of her hopes he doesn’t – she doesn’t want to ruin a friendship – but a part of her hopes he does, too.

and with those words, the entire room shifted, and raf... he followed jo’s hand on his thigh, eyes trailing up her arm to her face, and she was so close by. there was something so... resounding about those words. they dropped like a rock in raf’s stomach. he doesn’t think to translate her smile, or what she wants him to do, all he thinks is that... that she’s warm, the air around her is warm, and he’s leaning towards jo before he even realizes he’s doing it, eyes only sliding shut as their lips met, softly, a tad clumsy, but not pulling away.

#threads; raf #ft. jo

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taylor, callahan

“ I SAID get the fuck out of my way , not to fucking play nurse or something , shit for brains , “ and he’s never been the best at letting others help , shown by struggle with balled fists and elbows , always been the kind to reject this kind of softness from anyone but his MOTHER and best friends . “ i’ll break your fucking fingers if you keep this shit — ! “ but a sharp pain runs up his leg , effectively stunting his words as he inhales sharply .

rafael frowned at his little outburst; this man clearly needed help, so why did he refuse it. “stop being stubborn,” rafael insisted, stubbornly. honestly, if raf just left him to limp away, it would serve him right, perhaps it would be wiser to let him go, but now it was about the fucking principle of the thing. so, using his knees, rafael bodily lifted this man up over his shoulder, to take him somewhere without traffic, where he could actually look at his wounds. “someone already beat you to it,” rafael replied, belatedly. if he could wriggle his malformed fingers in front of callahan’s face, he would.

#threads; raf #ft. callahan

tran, josephine

Jo could finally tell then that the alcohol had hit her because of how freely she was speaking. She turned her body on the bed so she was completely facing him now, nearly knocking over her glass in the process. Some part of her felt like she was finally SEEING him for the first time – not the fucker she found herself getting along with, but a lonely ( and admittedly very good looking ) soul. Maybe that’s why they got along so well. “ I wouldn’t say that, “ she laughed, coming out more like a huff. “ I mean, have you MET me ? “ Jo suddenly felt the need to comfort him somehow ; her hand rested on his knee, but somehow that didn’t feel right. “ Hey, “ she offered him a smile, this time sly. “ Truth or dare ? “

rafael smiled to himself; it was true, neither he nor jo were particularly easy to get along with, a pair of conscientious, aggressive, and ambitious people. he raised his glass in cheers, “fine, then we tie for the most difficult people in gallagher,” before he took another drink, evidently forgetting they were playing a drinking game. he barely noticed the hand on his knee, just the warmth of her hand. rafael pressed his lips together, thinking that he’d had enough truths for a little while. “dare.”

#threads; raf #ft. jo

tran, josephine

“ Well SORRY. Did my answer offend you ? “ Jo would have taken more offense to his tone, but his admittance did make her feel a little better. “ Really ? “ It’s hard to mask the disbelief in her voice, but his body language says he’s not kidding – still, she eyes him up and down. “ No offense, but why ? I find it hard to believe the opportunity never presented it. Haven’t you ever dated ? “

rafael had trouble looking his friend in the eye right about now, unsure what to make of her incredulity. “no, i’ve...” it seemed obvious, to rafael, that of course he had never dated. "i’ve... i spent a lot of my adolescence alone.” the admission feels like it rings through the air. “for a variety of reasons, admittedly.” and rafael hadn’t done himself any favors. after a long moment, he turned to jo, brows furrowed. “why did you... i mean, you know i’m not the easiest person to get along with. why are you so surprised?”

#threads; raf #ft. jo

taylor, callahan

“ no , i totally just … busted my shit on the stairwell , “ but his bottom lip is trembling , cut and busted from earlier , eyes averting , hands shaky in his pockets . he just needs to get out . OUT . back to his room to patch himself up . “ i know it’s like totally badass and shit , but i really need to , “ he takes a step forward , only to hiss . his ankle . he just wishes the instructor had pulled the fucking kid off of him who went ape - shit during training instead of letting him get beat to a pulp for the sake of TRAINING . “ i just need to dip , so unless you’re going to help me , get the fuck outta my way . “

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rafael had spotted the man immediately, limping along his way; it seemed like the perfect opportunity to do some good, especially with his major. “that’s what i’m trying to do,” rafael insisted, trying to wrangle his classmate into sitting on the floor. “i’m in medical training, i’m not going to hurt you, i swear.” which... in hindsight, wasn’t the most soothing thing to say, but rafael wasn’t used to trying to soothe people. for a medical major, he had horrific bedside manner.

#threads; raf #ft. callahan

tran, josephine

Jo wasn’t sure what was funnier – the fact that he thought that was a HAPPY question, or the face he made as soon as the question hung between them. “ You’re fine, “ she shook her head, not finding anything intrusive about the question. While her recent sex life wasn’t one she cared to talk about, high school Jo came from simpler times. “ It was junior year of high school, with my boyfriend at the time. Pretty much how you’d picture a first time to go, “ she commented, taking a swig of her drink. “ Why, what about you ? “

raf would never admit he went a little red; he blamed the alcohol. “i asked when you lost it, not how.” he did not want the specifics of anyone’s sex life, period, because now he was picturing it, and- he shook his head. now was not the time. he gnawed at the inside of his lip, looking away. “i’m...” rafael rolled his eyes, there’s no shame in it. “i haven’t yet. lost my virginity, i mean.” he cleared his throat. “i’ve never had the opportunity.”

#threads; raf #ft. jo

shepherd, francis

francis’ eyes couldn’t help but narrow at the other’s comments , but finds out slightly endearing —- unfortunately. head leaned against the wall that was against his bed as he looked at the other , “ you mean the story of my fucking life ? “ he let out an audible sigh. “ i happen to think you’ll make a lovely partner , raf. you don’t have as many outbursts , you smile at least once a week —- i think that’s progress. someone once told me that relationships happen so people can grow and if she likes you back then she’ll understand. “ a fucking hypocrite , but the other didn’t need to know that.

rafael raised his eyebrows; he was about to ask francis what, exactly, made him a bad partner, but he didn’t want to go into the specifics of his own gritty past, either. he scowled at his roommate, “fuck you, i smile.” he just didn’t like to smile for no reason, it felt fake. but he... he had to admit he liked that. that a relationships was about growing, and changing. how he’d like to grow with jude, become a different, healthier person. a better version of himself. he straightens up, asking, “so, so what do i do, then? if i want to convince her to date me?” because if he could become a better version of himself with her, there was no reason he couldn’t start now.

#threads; raf #ft. francis

tran, josephine

“ I mean assassins and spies are in the same world, to be fair, “ she shrugged, though quickly backs off when she realizes the conversation is very clearly not helping. Jo takes a swig of her drink, even if it’s not the rules of the game. “ HAPPY truth or dare ? We’ll see if we can swing it, “ Jo offered him a smile, trying her best to kick him out of his mood. “ Truth. “

oh, but a world apart, weren’t they? “hm,” rafael leaned back, considering jo for a moment. what was a happy truth he could ask her? what kinds of questions did young adults typically ask during a game of truth or dare? rafael was just drunk enough to ask the first thing that came to mind: “when did you lose your virginity?” but was sober enough to immediately regret that question. "wait, wait-."

#threads; raf #ft. jo

tran, josephine

Jo scoffed a bit at the game, but really she had no better ideas, so what the hell_ ? _ She smirked a bit at the world TRUTH, finding it somewhat ironic – was it going to take a game of truth or dare to find out more about someone who had become one of her closest friends on campus ? “ Alright, “ she began, taking a seat beside him once more on the bed. “_ How long have you been in the spy world **? “ _** Start with something easy, she supposed.

rafael gnawed on his inner lip. “well, a year ago i’d say since i was seventeen, but... now, i suppose, it’s only been a few months.” he raised his glass. “blackthorne and everything that prepared me for it wasn’t to make me a spy, now was it?” the bitterness was obvious in his tone, and he tried to disguise it with a paper-thin smile. “apologies, i’m trying to be in a better mood. your turn. truth or dare?”

#threads; raf #ft. jo

tran, josephine

THANKFULLY a bus had arrived right as they were rolling up to the shuttle stop, and within forty-five minutes they were camped out in Jo’s dorm room, already draining their first glasses. " Know any two-person drinking games ? “ she asked him with a laugh, getting up from her bed to grab the bottle and refilling both their cups. “ Without games this is just one sad excuse of a pity party. “ She wasn’t sure where Raf’s head space was exactly, but Jo had a feeling he wasn’t all there. It was the holidays – it brought out the worst and weird in everyone.

raf wasn’t all there, because as soon as he got into his first glass of limoncello, he was thinking. about his father, about blackthorne, about herr fittkau and jude park and his mother and how fucking lucky he was that he’d ended up here at all. “it is thanksgiving,” rafael said, trying for sardonic and landing halfway bitter, “is truth or dare a drinking game?” rafael asked, "perhaps if you don't want to answer, you have to take a drink. here, i'll start." he sat himself up properly, still leaning heavily against his knee. "i’ll pick truth."

#threads; raf #ft. jo #it was the smoothest of transitions don't even