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His thumbs swipe swiftly over the screen: Just waiting on that text and I’ll pick him up. Love you.

Almost immediately after he sends it, though, his co-worker’s lovingly (scoldingly) telling him to take his nap before leaving, and Rafael is raising his hands up in surrender and promising he’s on his way.

The nap lasts fifteen minutes before his phone vibrates against his cheek with a message that TJ’ll be ready for pick-up in half an hour. Rafi takes that as his cue to start packing his shit up and bike, and much as his shifts take their toll out of him-- whether through boredom or excitement-- the sight of his nephew’s face first thing in the morning charges him up like thousand volts of electricity.

Though he does text Franny to tell her they’re on their way home, he doesn’t really expect a reply. When he walks through the house with a called out “Franny?” and gets nothing, however, he can’t help the fond smile, and murmurs for TJ to go find his mother. In his mind, he suspects Franny would much rather be woken up by her son than anyone else.

To his credit, TJ does so without hesitation. Rafi picks up the backpack the boy drops on the floor and chuckles as he starts running around calling for his mother.

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She had forgotten to turn off her alarm, so Franny was up at six that morning. She let Salomé sleep and went into the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee. She reminded herself that Rafi was going to pick up breakfast so she didn’t start making anything. Instead, once having the hot cup in her hands, she walked out onto the back porch, left the door open, and sat down on one of the lounge chairs. She took a sip before pulling out her phone and texting her brother.

Mañana. Don’t forget to get TJ. Sal’s still asleep. See you guys soon.

She sent it and put her cup down. Before she knew it, she fell asleep again outside in the morning sun.

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“There is a bit of a luxury to experiencing this amount of exposure not as a young man,” he said. “Because at this point, whether I like it or not, for better or worse…I am who I am.” - Pedro Pascal

#( rafi. ) #[ WORK KILLED ME. GONNA DO REPLIES NOW. HIIIIII ]

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frannyxgordon​:

“Exactly.” She called after him and shook her head. Once she was done with the kitchen, she went into her room and changed into her pajamas before going back into the living room and pulling something up on Netflix. She was almost asleep when she heard Rafi and she pouted. “You scared me.” She said before smiling and standing. “Me? Whatever.” She laughed and hugged him tightly. “Have a good night. Let me know when you’re on your way home with TJ.”

Rafi still has some vague memory of when Franny had first become old enough to know how to give someone a hug, if only because he feels the same way every time she gives him one. Even all grown-up she’s still his baby sister, and he hides his smile in the kiss that he presses to her hair as he returns her hold.

“Yeah, I’ll text you,” he murmurs, “Promise. You girls sleep well tonight.”

Then he pulls back, pinches Franny’s cheek, and steps away when she lets him go. “Love you, patita.” Bending, Rafi hefts his backpack over his shoulder. “See you later.”

And with that, he’s off to be responsible.

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i can hear my brothers talking in the hall and one was like “no bro trust me i have the leg strength of a fucking orca whale” and the other was like “whales dont have legs. idiot.”

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frannyxgordon​:

“But I would.” She pouted a little bit before nodding as he agreed with her plan. “Doesn’t suit you, huh?” Franny teased him a little more. “Fine, fine. Leave me for your job.” She rolled her eyes. “Like alfredo is a bad smell. Say bye before you leave or I’m going to call you until you answer me.” She joked as she started putting the containers she kept out in case he wanted some into the fridge.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving without a hug,” Rafael coos, and with that he pushes off and turns on his heel to go shower.

It’s not a very extensive thing, at least. When he comes back looking for his sister, all that’s really changed is that his hair’s a bit wet and he’s got his contacts in instead of the usual glasses. (That, and his clothes are much nicer.)

Doing up his last button, Rafael puts his backpack down on the floor before clearing his throat exceptionally loud to catch Franny’s attention.

Both his arms spread wide. “I believe you owe me some well wishes?”

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The bowl in his lap has his brow raising. Then, lifting his head so he can meet Eva’s eyes, Rafi asks, “What, you need a bowl?”

One leg crosses over the other, his arms following suit over his chest.

“I thought you just needed clippers and you could shave the whole damn mop off.”

His expression is stark. Serious.

“I wanna come out of this like Mr. Clean.”

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“Alright, we’re all good to go now. You’re going to tip me well, right?” Eva stepped out onto her back porch to rejoin Rafael, an all too trusting friend who had somehow thought she was trustworthy enough to be allowed near his hair with scissors. She set a bowl down on his lap, with the pure intention of fucking around with him. “I was thinking you’d do a wonderful job of pulling off a bowl cut, Raf.” Stepped back, she laid a towel out over his shoulders, tucking it gently under the collar of his shirt before setting both of her hands on his shoulders. “You’re not going to be single for long when you walk out of here.”

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frannyxgordon​:

She laughed softly. “I thought you were gonna sleep and meet us for lunch.” She said and shook her head. “Ay Dios mío, you are so dramatic. I could record it, but okay. You can pick him up, we’ll go biking, have lunch, and we’ll go swimming while Abuelo naps.” She smirked at him and tossed the towel at him. “You and me both. I hate when he’s away. I can’t lock him in his room until his forty, can I?”

“I mean, you could, but I don’t think he’d like it,” Rafael teases, balling the towel in his hands up and throwing it back.

It’s not like he doesn’t understand Franny’s predicament, though-- every year Salomé gets a little bigger, and he’s not immune to thoughts of having to let her go on her own one day.

He doesn’t dwell on it, though. (Best not to.)

“Anyway, that plan sounds perfect except for the bit where I’m an abuelo.” He crinkles his nose playfully. “Let’s do that, eh? For now, though, I gotta get ready for work.” Rafi jabs his thumb in the direction of the hall. “I don’t wanna smell like alfredo in front of my number 2.”

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theprettier-twin​:

“I’m kind of nervous about that,” Lorelei said. “I mean, I have a small fan base, but I have then anyway, even if they’re not millions of them so when when this reaches them, it’s going to be insane.”

She recieved fan mail and sometimes small packages but if the movies became a reality, she would have thousands of fans all over the world. It made her happy but it was still scary because some of them would be hard to please.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” Lorelei said. “If something happens to me, and I’m not saying that it will, but if it does I have my brother to look after me and you, of course,” she smirked at him. “You can be my personal doctor,” she added, biting her lower lip. “How does that sound to you?” 

“Like I should be upping my fees,” Rafi says gravely.

He finishes his muffin, then sets his elbow against the backrest of the couch, his hand propping his cheek up as he smiles. “No, I...” He laughs, a short ‘heh’. “I’d be happy to take care of you, Lorelei. Don’t even worry about that.

“And that’s less because of my Hippocratic Oath and more because I care about you.”

Rafi nods once in emphasis.

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frannyxgordon​:

“If you want to. I can pick him up too with Salomé.” She told him and shook his head. “How did we both get to be workaholics?” She teasingly asked him. Both getting overtime and then some. At least she owned the restaurant and could be there all the time. “Fine. You pick him up, come home, sleep, and I’ll take the kids out and we’ll meet you for lunch. Sound good?” She asked him with a grin. “Thank you for doing it. He’ll love being picked up by you. You’re his favorite Tío.”

Rafi’s tone goes flat. “What.”

Except, as expected, he gets back into a huffy state quick enough.

“I’m not missing morning biking! Are you kidding me?” Both his hands land on his hips, his head cocking up slightly as his mouth tilts in a little frown. “What if my kid learns how to balance on two wheels and I’m not there? I don’t even wanna think about it.

“I’ll stay up.” His hand waves dismissively. “I can sleep after lunch when you three go swimming.

“Besides, I missed TJ tonight. I deserve it.”

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frannyxgordon​:

“I see. Use me to get to the rolls.” She teased him before giving him a look. “Take some of the pasta with you. And I will worry about it. I’m your sister.” She pointed out with a grin. She finished the last dish and put in in the cupboard. “Right, seven.” She said and took a deep breath. “If you don’t mind? Seven won’t be too early, though? I want him to be able to have breakfast and everything with his friend. He’s been looking forward to this and I don’t want to cut it short.” She said and leaned against the counter. “I can just get him when Sal and I start for the beach. Bring his bike too and they can ride together.”

“It’s up to you, patita,” Rafi says, corner of his mouth tilting up into a smile. “If the time’s what you’re worried about, I could ask Linda to text me when the boys start eating, and that’s when I go.

“I always end up doing overtime, anyway.” It’s his Achilles’ heel, and one he only ever indulges when he knows Salomé would be otherwise occupied even without him present. “And with my number 2 there, he’ll probably force me to nap instead of do any real work in the first place. He’s an unfortunately kind bastard.

“I’ll go with whatever you want, though.” Both his hands raise in surrender. “Your call.”

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frannyxgordon​:

“Yeah, sure!” She yelled back and shook her head. It was amazing to have them here with her and TJ. While the boy was off at a friend’s, she knew they’d meet him tomorrow and have the beach day with him. The image of family was there in the house and she was so glad to have it right now. She thought about this while she dried the dishes and looked back at her brother as he started talking. “Do you want some of this to take for work? I can put some in a container?” She suggested about dinner. “Anything is fine. What time are you off again?” She asked, thinking if it wasn’t too early that he could pick up TJ.

“Ah, I was just gonna bring the rolls.” He jerks his head in the direction of the last of what Franny’d brought where it rests on the counter. “I should still have stuff to eat at the office anyway, ‘case I get hungry.” By this, of course, he means cup ramen. “Don’t worry about it.

“I’m, uh, off by seven though. Might have to extend again depending” -- he’d stayed longer earlier this morning, too, in his own compulsive need to be absolutely sure he wasn’t needed at urgent care any more -- “but seven sounds right.

“Why? You want me to go get our little hero on the way?” Grinning, Rafi rubs lightly at the tip of his nose.

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theprettier-twin​:

Lorelei couldn’t help but miss his hand on hers when he let it go and inmediately wanted to hold his again, but to place hers on his would have been too cross their limits and she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. 

“Yeah, I mean I still have to meet up with the director, the producer, the screenwriters, and there’s a long way from there to actually being on set,” she said. 

Lorelei was actually concerned with the screenplay but if they didn’t like her suggestions, then it was over. They could change things, sure, but from there to re write her novel, no way.

“Between you and my brother, I think you two are the most loyal fans in the universe,” she snorted. “They send me fan mail, you know?” she rolled her eyes. “And I try my best to answer to them.”

“That sounds like you,” Rafi says, laughing good naturedly. “And I bet you’ll get a whole new flood of ‘em soon as the news about the show breaks.”

Dipping his head, he spots his earlier discarded muffin on the cushions of Lorelei’s couch, and with a soft ‘shit’ he picks it up in his palm and uses his fingers to pluck up the crumbs that’d fallen.

“Try not to stretch yourself too thin with all this new work, eh?” he advises, taking another bite of muffin out and covering his mouth with a hand as he speaks with it full. “But if you do anyway-- and a part of me feels like you will-- you know who to call when you’re fixing to do something stupid for a change.”

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Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship (Soundtrack, Mannequin - 1987)

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theprettier-twin​:

Lorelei controlled herself, she really did when Rafi’s lips touched her knuckles. Her heart began to beat faster and she froze for three seconds before smiling at him once more. “What the hell was going on?” she asked herself. It wasn’t like he was doing this for the first time, but she was reacting differently. Why? And why now? He was being so sweet but he always was with her so what changed?

“Nothing would make me happier, you know?” she said. “To give the chance to someone knew and do what they like.”

Sure, it was always a plus to have someone known and famous but new talent could prove to be a key ingredient.

“I have to confess that I would love nothing more than to be on set and make sure that they are being as faithful as they can to the books. There’s also the director’s version as well but leaving the island would be…strange and I know that I would miss my family here.”

“Well,” Rafael muses, his head tilting as he leans his side against the couch’s backrest, “no matter what you end up doing, it’ll be an adventure, won’t it?

“Home will still be here even if you go.” He smiles comfortingly, giving Lorelei’s hand another gentle squeeze. “Besides, you’ve got a few months to think about it at least, yeah?”

He chuckles. “It’s amazing news still, though. Man. Congratulations. Those fuckers better write you a good fucking screenplay.”

With a gentle sweep of the thumb over her knuckles, Rafi lets her hand go with a soft slide. “If they don’t, I’ll personally lead the online fangroups in a revolution. Mark my words.”

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