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ramblingdisaster73 · 2 years

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Season 3 Character Highlights - 3 Things

Character: Carlos Reyes

Favorite 3 scenes:

3x08 “In the Unlikely Case of an Emergency”: We got our first “I love you” From Carlos to TK, we saw him try to get through to TK, penetrate the cloud around him. Then we have the airport scenes – watching the plane landing, running onto the tarmac, lifting TK almost off his feet. The vulnerability in the tarmac scene was so powerful to see. For a guy that has always had a lock on outwardly showing his emotions, he wasn’t able to in that moment, and it was beautiful.

3x13 “Riddle of the Sphinx”: No one will ever love TK Strand as much as Carlos, just like no one will ever love Carlos like TK. But watching Carlos coming to terms with not being the primary person to help the most important person in his life was both uncomfortable and beautiful at the same time. The scenes were hard, the emotions were uncomfortable, but the love and acceptance in these scenes were so amazing to watch. – The dinner table scene is my favorite part, the way TK forces the conversation instead of running away, the way Carlos lays his feelings out.

3x18 “A Bright and Cloudless Morning”: The way he looked away from TK after TK asked him to marry him, trying to figure out if he was dreaming or what. That scene is one of my favorites of both Season 3 and the series.

Favorite 3 lines: funny, heartfelt, or ridiculous

3x13 “Riddle of the Sphinx”: “Have fun. But not too much fun.” I know he was having an internal crisis, his brain was short circuiting, but I still laugh at this line. Like, dude, he is going to his 2nd meeting of the day, not a party. His expressions during the entire meeting of Cooper were priceless.

3x04 “Push”: “If I told him what was on my heart, it wouldn’t be very nice.” Carlos has a hard time with things that he has no control over, he knows he can’t make TK live, he doesn’t even really think TK wants him there. But, he sits there, staring at the man he loves, not thinking he can even touch him, hold his hand. It’s very telling that the thing he is most angry about is not being able to touch TK, if this truly was the end.

3x15 “Down to Clown”: “TK, that thing was on me and you didn’t say anything?” followed by “Do not say it crawled.” This whole scene was great, but watching him freak out over Lou was amazing. Seeing this normally calm and cool guy freaking out over the tiny lizard (not that I blame him) was hilarious.

Favorite 3 dynamics:

TK: I don’t have enough words to describe their dynamic, but magical is the one that comes to mind the most with them. We really lucked out on the casting for this show, and particularly with this couple. The way that Ronen & Rafa care about the characters is clear in every action they make.

Nancy, Marjan, & Grace: We really got to see Carlos with more than just TK or Tarlos centered scenes, and I loved each one he shared with these ladies. The way Nancy was supportive of both he and TK during the storm, the way Marjan called him out for the breakup/giving up – also parallels to his relationship with Michelle in S1. I loved 3x11 for the Carlos and Grace scenes, seeing them work together to get their power back was amazing.

Andrea: I loved how she didn’t listen to him about not coming to the hospital for him. The way her heartbreaks for her son and TK when he tells her they broke up, when she tells him that they love TK, you can see the relief in Carlos’ eyes, even though he wasn’t expecting the man to wake up. I need more Andrea Reyes in my life.

3 things we learned:

Vulnerability: I am not sure that we learned what his vulnerabilities are/were, but this was the first time really other than the end of 2x12 that we are allowed to see it, and see it we did. The scenes I chose as my favorites were all scenes where he was showing us what he was feeling, letting us see more than the perfect specimen that is Carlos Reyes. He had a lot of comedic moments too, but the vulnerable ones were my favorites.

Pet Limitations: When you live with TK Strand, you probably have to be somewhat specific on what constitutes a full meal, an acceptable pet, and when to take care of your groceries. I am with Carlos though, I prefer pets that you can actually pet (probably why I have 2 dogs & 5 cats).

Detective/Investigative Skills: It was nice seeing Carlos doing investigative work, things that were separate from TK (even though TK is 100% supportive, he isn’t the most helpful sidekick when it comes to solving mysteries). The man helped the detective solve the kidnapping (really he seemed to do most of the actual legwork), reviewed footage of the Capitol attack on Catherine (even though seeing the real culprit didn’t save them from the drugging), and figuring out who had made the swatting call with Grace & a little help from LAPD. They all showed us how intelligent and observant he is, how much he has learned to trust his instincts.

3 hopes for season 4:

More Reyes Family – I want more Reyes family info, is he an only child?

To have 1 season where he doesn’t have to sit at TK’s hospital bed. –I think that they may flip things on us with 4x08 and hurt Carlos instead of TK.

See more of his friendships with Marjan & Paul – I would be happy with any on screen info they give us about the trio, but I really head cannon that they were a big part of what got him through the break up.

Next up: Marjan Marwani

#911ls season 3 #character highlights #carlos reyes #tk strand #tk x carlos #126 firefam #lou the lizard

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howtosingit · 3 years

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Sierra threatening to kidnap both Rafa and Ronen in response to them loving her (and Grace) so much because she loves them so much... is everything.

#GIVE ME MORE GRACE AND TARLOS SCENES #I DEMAND IT #I truly love how much Rafa loves Grace #I stan one (1) man with perfect taste #it makes me really want to see some Rafa + Sierra/Grace + Carlos moments #ALSO THEY ARE MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS ASAP #rafael silva #ronen rubinstein #sierra mcclain #tarlos #grace ryder #911 lone star #also when Rafa was crushing on Judd - I love him more than words can express

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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snapshots: assumptions

A/N: I cannot believe I have been regularly updating, but the muse has been so strong. I would like to thank @iambabyharry for listening to my crazy vents about this story.

I would just like to apologize now, there is some angst in this chapter.

If you would like to be added to the taglist for snapshots, please let me know!

Hope you all like the update!

Taglist: @iambabyharry; @thegirlwhowritesfics

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“You can’t do this,” Rafael frowned as you packed your things. Ares was lying beside Rafael, watching you as well as you placed clothes in a box.

“Rafa, I just,” you sighed, holding the edges of the box that had your clothing. “He’s having a baby with Adelita, I don’t want to be here for that. I can’t take that.”

“You don’t even know that! It’s all assumptions at this point!” Rafael was frustrated to say the least. Your spontaneous actions were definitely causing his blood pressure to rise since he knew he would have to deal with the aftermath. Angel was going to come knocking on his door, demanding to know where you were. “You always do this, you need to communicate with him.”

“There’s no point, he would want me to stay and I can’t do that. I know it sounds selfish, but this is just like my father.” You purse your lips, taking the box down.

“Angel is madly in love with you, don’t be stupid.”

“I’m due to be in Arizona next week, there’s no changing my mind now.”

Rafael groaned. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“I don’t expect you to agree with my decision, but as my best friend, can’t you just show me some support here, Angel has been cheating on me.”

You always knew it was too good to be true. That the ship had sailed for Angel when it came to Adelita. She most likely rejected him and he ran to you. That thought was always at the back of your mind and you could usually keep it at bay but after everything that has occurred the last month and a half, your decision had been made.

It wasn’t a spontaneous decision. At first, you could live with the recent revelations you found out. There were other options after all if you could not have kids. But finding out still broke your heart.

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You sat down, awaiting for the nurse to call you. After having your yearly check-up with the doctor, you decided to schedule an appointment with an OBGYN since you were much more sexually active than you have been before. No birth control as Angel specifically asked that you stopped. At first you were opposed to it, but at this point, you were ready to have children, you’ve been ready. You had your initial exam with the OBGYN 2 weeks ago and now, you were following up.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” you heard the nurse call out.

You stood up, giving her a smile as you walked past her. She led you to one of the examination rooms, sitting on the bed. You waited for the OBGYN to come, anxiously waiting for her to come. Coming here was a bit premature, but you just wanted to make sure everything was in order. You and Angel were ready to have kids. It was a big step, considering everything that you both had going on, but there was never really a good time to have kids.

What mattered was that you were both financially stable, to some extent, and you would be able to provide for your children.

It frightened you, but it felt right at the same time. You couldn’t explain it, but you were ready, especially since Angel was so eager to have a child. He was going to be a great father, you just knew it. He doted over your niece whenever she was in town and you couldn’t want to see Angel with a daughter of his own.

Your OBGYN, Dr. Preci walked in, giving you a warm smile as she always did when you’ve seen her before.

“How are you?” She greeted as she sat in front of you.

“Good, kind of eager, how are you doing?”

“I’m well, busy day as always,” she opened your folder and a quick grimace graced her face before it went back to a smile, except it looked tighter than before.

That made your stomach churn.

“When you have sexual intercourse with your partner, do you use protection?”

You shook your head. “No, I guess in some ways we’ve been trying to have a child.”

Dr. Preci nodded her head. “I see,” she wrote some notes down. “We checked all your lab works, which showed abnormal hormone levels, which we can easily prescribe medication for. However, your ultrasound was a bit concerning.”

“How so?”

“Well, uterine fibroids were noted in your ultrasound and with your history of irregular periods and uterine fibroids, we would like to do further testing to assure that everything is well in order.”

“Further testing?” You were frightened, did you have cancer? Your irregular periods never bothered you since it was nice to not feel pain for a long period of time. Your periods were always so painful. Whenever you did have your time of the month, you were always incapacitated due to the pain. For some reason, you always thought that this was how it was normally for everyone and Midol did help every once in a while.

“We cannot guarantee till we get further testing, but I’m afraid that you will not be able to conceive a child.”

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You remember the day so well and after further testing, you found out 2 weeks ago that you couldn’t have children. You felt as if you were stabbed in the heart, over and over again as the words repeated in your head. Ares was your companion for 2 days, refusing to talk to Angel as you knew it would greatly disappointment him. When you finally had the courage to speak to him, your world shattered all over again.

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Taking a deep breath, you exited your car that you parked outside of the scrapyard. You could do this. You and Angel could adopt or even discuss other options with Dr. Preci. Waving a quick hello to Chucky, you walked quickly towards the clubhouse. But you halt your steps when you see Adelita, a very pregnant Adelita with Angel. You felt your heart clench as your eyes landed on Angel, with a look of such admiration and happiness, caressing her abdomen.

Adelita cupped his face, softly caressing it and you couldn’t breathe. Quickly, you turned around and made your way back to your car. You faintly heard Chucky call out to you, but you were in your car, already thinking of a way to leave. You were finally able to live with the fact that you couldn’t give Angel a child. But you never even thought that he could have another baby with another woman. You wouldn’t be able to stay by his side as selfish as that sounded because you wouldn’t fully have Angel.

With Adelita pregnant, that meant he must have cheated on you. She didn’t look more than 6 months and you’ve been together for close to 9 months. You felt sick to your stomach as the picture replayed in your mind.

You weren’t going to be the other woman, this just reminded you of the situation of your father and how he left you all for another woman since your mother could not conceive another child. It hit far too close to home.

You made the decision then and there that you were leaving. You were going to break up with Angel and that unborn child could have a complete family with Angel and Adelita.

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That was 3 weeks ago and you’ve been playing your part with Angel since then.

You played like nothing was wrong, but you knew Angel could tell you were pulling away. You weren’t actively avoiding him, but club business has kept him away. The movers were going to be here in an hour to bring your stuff to the moving truck and drive it to Arizona for you. Rafael was going with you to drop you off and he was gonna fly back to San Diego.

This was the cowards way out and you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t pack up your whole apartment, just most of your clothing was going with you. The company you worked for provided your housing that was furnished. The only thing you truly needed was your own personal items.

“I am your best friend, which is why I’m trying to prevent you from making a big mistake.” Rafael helplessly watched as you went back in your closet to get another box of clothing done.

“So you’re saying I should just suck it up and watch Angel have a baby with another woman?”

“Ugh, you’re being so difficult! Of course not, I just want you to get all your facts checked before moving to another fucking state.” Rafael has had this argument with you numerous times, but once your mind was made up, it was hard to change.

“For what?! The facts are there! How do I actually know he’s doing club business? They’re working with Adelita now.” you felt the tears well up and fall from your eyes. You never went into depth with Rafael on what the club did, it was for his own safety after all.

“Babe, I get it, but you’re overreacting without even talking to him.” Rafael felt it was a moot point to try and sway you, but he had to try. He thought you and Angel were perfect together. If you only saw what he saw every time you were with Angel. And for a person who once threatened Angel’s position in your life, Rafael experienced first hand just how much Angel cherished you .

“You don’t get it, it never made sense. Angel’s gonna be just like my dad who left my mom cause she couldn’t conceive any longer. I’m just beating him to the punch.”

“This is actually insulting towards Angel, you think Angel is going to be just like your father? How could you even think that? Angel is nothing like your father.”

Your father left your mother when you were younger. You never truly understood till your mother explained what happened. She didn’t try to make your father look like an awful man, he made his choice since he wanted more children. Though, your father has tried to reach out to you and your sister, he was happy with his new family and quite frankly, you didn’t want him anywhere near you.

“I didn’t think my father was an asshole too till he never came back.”

“This is misplaced anger, I think you need to talk to Angel and straighten this out.”

“There’s no point, besides he’ll just lie to me.” Your anxiety has been at an all time high as of late. You hated how the insecurities that you’ve tried to bury for years have been plaguing your mind, no matter how hard you tried to push them away. Rafael made complete sense, you should talk to Angel, but you had nothing to offer him. Adelita was someone Angel was in love with, he told you so and now, she’s pregnant with his child, something you could never give him. Maybe you could stay by his side, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to do so. Knowing Angel has possibly cheated on you and conceived a child, that was too much for you to bear. You should have known this was something that was coming, everything was too fucking good between you two.

“Your anxiety is really doing a number on you, I know it’s not something you can control, but he’s your best friend, you know him better than anyone.”

“I know him better than anyone, that’s why I know what he’s going to do. Angel Reyes is a charming man who knows how to get himself out of trouble,” you slightly chuckle at your own description of Angel. “I love him so much that I’m willing to let him go.”

“You’re making a big mistake babe,”

“I’ll live with the consequences.”

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Angel quickly made his way up the stairs of your apartment, not even waiting for the elevator. He had to see you. He hasn’t seen you in a few days and all he wanted to do was hold you. It was a tough few days with the altercation with EZ then the information Happy had given them. All he wanted to do was tell you all about it as he held you. If anything, he wanted to hear all about what he missed out with you. He hadn’t spoken to you for a day since he wanted to just travel home and talk to you then.

Opening your apartment, he was surprised that Ares didn’t greet him by the door. Even though Ares was still loyal to you, he warmed up to Angel to some extent.

“Baby!” He called out to you.

Closing the door behind him, he removed his boots and kutte. His eyebrow raised noticing that your apartment seemed so much more bare. He knew you liked to clean every other weekend since Ares’ fur got all over your things. Usually you were at Angel’s on the weekends, but since he wanted to surprise you, he didn’t let you know he was coming back.

“Baby girl!” He figured you walked Ares or something, the dog did have far too much energy for his own good at times.

Angel walked further inside your apartment and became nervous. Ares’ bowls were not in your kitchen. Ares had his own bowls at his house, so there was no reason for his bowls to not be there.

“What the fuck,” he murmured as he noticed that your Keurig was no longer in the kitchen.

He was confused to say the least. He ran over to your room and there were less pillows on your bed. Your charger was not by your bedside drawer. Your computer was missing from your desk. He walked over to your closet and it was almost bare. Angel’s heart dropped. There was no way you moved. He must be in another fucking apartment. Maybe you went on a vacation or something. He couldn’t wrap his mind around you leaving without so much of a word.

“No, this is not fucking happening.” Angel wasn’t even sure what to think, all he knew was that this was a fucking nightmare and anxiety was slowly taking over his body.

Walking out of your room, he noticed an envelope on your kitchen counter. He quickly grabbed it, ripping it open, a set of keys dropping on the counter. It was the keys to his apartment.

Opening the letter, he sank to the floor as he read it.

Angel,

I’m sorry you had to find out in this way, but I moved. Please don’t come look for me. I grabbed my stuff from your apartment, if I left anything, please just throw it away or sell it, whichever you want. Please leave my keys in the mailbox so my landlord can come collect it.

Just remember, all I want is for you to be happy and I’m glad you’ll have that with your family. I always thought that we were a fluke and you deciding to give us a chance because you didn’t want to lose our friendship, I’m grateful for that. I understand if you mistook your love for me as your friend for something more, no hard feelings.

I will always love you, but it would be best for us to just admire one another from afar.

You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. This isn’t on you, this is on me. I don’t deserve you and you should pursue the person you truly want to be with.

Love always, Y/N

Angel reread the letter numerous times, trying to decipher the message. Was this a cruel joke? He wasn’t fucking laughing. He crumpled the paper, refusing to believe this letter. You would talk to him, this fucking letter made no sense.

What family?

What person?

You were the only person he wanted to be with. This just made no sense to him. Who the fuck were you talking about? He’s made it clear time and time again that it was you and him from here on out.

Did someone kidnap you? There was no fucking way, he would know. If someone kidnapped you, they would have made some noise by now.

He took out his cellphone, dialing your number. It rang and rang, but no answer. He called you 10 times and every time, there was no answer.

Then the thought crossed his mind, what if you left him for Gabriel?

He shook his head, that wasn’t possible. You didn’t even speak to Gabriel, there was no way you left him for another man. But the idea screamed at him at the back of his mind.

What did your letter even mean?

Mistaking this relationship as a scheme to keep you by his side? The more he thought of the words you put in that letter, the angrier he became. He knew he did a number on you by promising to marry you when you two were older, but he always thought it was for your own good. He was going to be your last choice because you were able to experience other people and at the end you two were meant to be together. He didn’t know it would backfire so hard that you would be insecure about his feelings for you.

This was ridiculous. You weren’t going to leave him, there was no fucking way. This had to be a cruel prank.

He fucking prayed it was a cruel prank.

Angel got to his feet, rummaging through your apartment. He noticed that there were less things around, things you used day to day were no longer scattered around your apartment. Before Angel could even register, he left your apartment, getting on his bike and rushed to his apartment.

Once he arrived at his apartment, he looked through his closet and drawers. As you had stated, your stuff was gone.

Angel didn’t even notice EZ was in his living room, calling out to him. EZ went inside Angel’s room and found his brother with his head in his hands, sitting down at the edge of his bed.

“Angel, you okay?”

Looking up at his younger brother, EZ saw the tears in his brother’s eyes. “She left me.” His voice cracked as he told his brother.

“What?” EZ wasn’t certain he heard correctly.

“She fucking left me Ezekiel!” Angel shouted. “Y/N left me man,” he whispered, “she fucking left me.”

EZ watched as his brother fell apart in front of him, not believing his words. You would never leave him. You and Angel have been attached to the hip ever since you two were teenagers. With everything you’ve been through, EZ never thought you would leave him.

“There’s no way, she wouldn’t leave you.”

Angel took out his phone again, calling you. Your voicemail was what he got once again.

“Baby, this isn’t fucking funny. Pick up your phone, please, let’s talk. What’s going on? We can talk about this.” He pleaded before hanging up and calling you once again. Again, no answer. “Call her.”

EZ took out his phone, calling you and much like for Angel, you didn’t answer. “Hey, you okay? Can you call me back? You have us worried here. Whatever is going on, let us help you.” He hung up, looking at Angel who was holding a letter in his hands. “She left you a letter, what did she say?”

“That we’re done.”

Angel couldn’t wrap his mind around this whole thing. What happened? He didn’t talk to you for one day and you were gone? He didn’t do anything. He knew he didn’t. You weren’t petulant enough to not speak to him just cause you two did not speak for a day.

“It makes no sense,” EZ took the letter from Angel’s hand, skimming through it. “What person? What family?”

“I DONT FUCKING KNOW!” Angel yelled out, the situation was so fucking frustrating. “How can she fucking do this?”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, she’ll come back. She can’t stay away from you.”

Angel nodded his head. He shouldn’t. This was going to pass, it will. He was going to call you till you got fucking tired of hearing your phone ring. Once he does, you’ll straighten it out and you’ll be back in his arms again. He didn’t even give a fuck what your reason was, he just wanted you to come back.

But you weren’t.

You weren’t coming back.

Not this time.

#Angel Reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x you #mayans imagine #mayans mc imagine

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detectivereyes · 3 years

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*incomprehensible noise*

It’s 9:16 and I can already tell this is gonna break me -🌙

if this ends in a fucking cliffhanger, I’m going to lose my mind -🌙

HAHAHA FUCK😃 JAMIE I’M LOSING IT. I’VE OFFICIALLY LOST IT. grace and judd are mom and dad and if anything happens to them, I don’t even know what I’d do, that’s how much I don’t want this to happen (all that aside, i really liked the episode though) -🌙

hello I’m back, sorry I come in bursts, I can never have more than one coherent thought at a time THIS WAS RAFAEL’S EPISODE. THIS WAS HIS EPISODE. I’m so happy that Carlos has finally got more screen time and I hope that the writers and producers see that this had such a positive reaction from fans and hopefully give him more! But truly, Rafael really stole the show tonight and he is just so talented, and I feel like he got a good storyline too! I really could gush about Rafael forever lmao -🌙

hey love!! wow so much to reply to and i hope you don’t mind that i’m doing it all in one 😅 but yes honestly it was such a great episode and i loved seeing your reactions as they came in, even though i’m not answering until now!! that judd/grace cliffhanger tho 🥺 i literally just texted jillian when they showed them driving in the rain like “jillian jillian jillian i do not like this” like fuck i wish tim wouldn’t have said that the next episode was kinda like a begins episode for them because otherwise that would have been a totals shock!!

and yesss omg idk if i’ve been this excited to calculate screen time!! this really was his first like real episode and i couldn’t be more proud. he really killed it and looking back on how excited he was 🥺 ugh okay tim said he wanted to work with rafa more so pleasee come through for 2b!! (also as for having sporadic thoughts? are you reading the posts on my blog? i jump from topic to topic like it’s leap frog in a minefield lmao no but that’s also why i just can’t reply at night, my brain is too scattered but now i’ve slept and (somewhat collected my thoughts) and i always appreciate hearing from you!)

#asked and answered #🌙 anon #911 lone star spoilers

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 5 years

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Happy Happy birthday, o’ wonderful Lady B aka @that-which-amuses-me podcast princess and mother of a fandom. I don’t know what else to say that hasn’t been said, but you are truly the kindest and one of the most creative people I have known and I hope you have a wonderful birthday with your family and friends and for more Eleteo moments to make you squeal in the upcoming season. Best wishes 😘 🎂🥳🥳

Facing the weathered brown door of a home that had become increasingly familiar these past two weeks, Elena hesitated on whether or not if she should knock.

Normally such decisions didn’t faze her in the slightest, but it was the thought of what would greet her at the other side of the door that had her wavering.

She wasn’t sure what she would say or do once she was let in. For once, she cured the impulsive instincts that had led her to deciding to confront Mateo about his recent behavior.

Elena raised her hand to knock then lowered it, then it raised it again and just when she was about to lower it, the door abruptly opened and smacked her arm, and pushing her back a few inches. “Oh, oh my goodness! Princess Elena! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were visiting Mateo today. He’s done in the basement I think, still working on those spells. I’m going to the market but I’ll be back in an hour or so-”

“Uh wait. I mean, um. Señora de Alva, may I ask you something?” Elena sheepishly questioned, inwardly wondering if what she was about to say next was something that her cousin would decry as “wildly inappropriate especially about such a personal matter.”

Yet Elena forged ahead with her question. She wasn’t trying to seek private information or meddling, she was just worried about him.

Ever since their return from Cariza, she and Mateo had been staying up all night researching ancient Maruvian texts, counterspells and information that would be useful in their fight against the Delgados. Mateo had said that Ash was the most dangerous malvago he had ever seen, which meant that they had to create a whole new line of defense for their spells and other potential surprises that may be in store.

While the kind-hearted wizard usually spent most of his nights decoding scrolls and learning new potions and thus, always needed a few power naps throughout the day to keep his energy up, he seemed more exhausted than usual to Elena.

Not only exhausted, but his mannerisms while they worked together was also different than before. Instead of geeking out excitedly whenever he found a new spell or explaining how it would greatly benefit future magical endeavours and the difficulty it required, he would work silently and seriously. Gone was the glint of intellectual curiosity, replaced by an almost haunted look of intense concentration.

That concentration is what Elena was scared of.

She recognized that look for she had felt it herself when Shuriki first returned. The cold fear of what Shuriki’s presence meant along with the ceaseless image of her parent’s death drove her to distract herself by not focusing on Shuriki but on the present and what she could do to stop her. She refused to even think of Shuriki in present terms or even think of her as a real person until forced to confront her in person. Shuriki always loomed in the back of her mind and in her nightmares.

While she did not blame Mateo for not wanting to concentrate on whatever it was that was haunting him so, what worried her was that he didn’t tell her what it was.

One thing she had learned, learned from Mateo, in fact, was that even though she was the leader of Avalor, she did not have to act strong for him. He told her that it was normal to have fears and that it was important to tell your fears to someone rather than bottle them up pretending to be a perfect queen. That's the way to lose her true self. Secretly allowing fears to consume her heart, the ones whispering that she isn’t strong enough while smiling on the outside, pretty smiles of nonchalance.

He had told her two years ago that he would be there for her “no matter what” and though she didn’t say it out loud at the time, she would be there for him no matter what.

And now, he was haunted by something, something she did not know and he wasn’t telling her and she didn’t want him to hide it from her and pretend he was fine. She did not want this small distance between them. Nor this larger physical distance since he had been visiting his home far more often to retrieve some scrolls that Alcazar left in his familial home.

“Uh well, this may not be my place, but Señora de Alva, has Mateo been less like himself to you? I mean, it’s just that when he has been at the palace, he seems so tired. I mean not a normal tired but like he has been awake from things other than studying? I-I mean.. I’m sorry. I’m not making much sense, am I?” Elena sighed in defeat at the end of her small ramble, unconsciously taking the chance to peek inside the house through the open door. There was no Mateo in the kitchen.

Rafa noticed the princess’ wistful glance at the kitchen and smiled softly. She gently took Elena’s arm and led her to the kitchen table where she brought out a set of wooden cups for some calming chamomile tea.

“You don’t have to do this.” Elena protested but Rafa waved her off.

“No, no I insist.” Rafa said, pouring tea for both of them before sitting down. She took Elena’s hands in her own, her hands still warm from the tea and looked deep into her eyes.

Elena couldn’t help but notice that Rafa’s eyes were so like Mateo. Not only in color but in the kindness that shone from them. Unexpectedly, Elena thought of the first time she had seen Mateo gazing at her from outside the amulet she had been trapped in. The first person to truly see her and in her chest, she instinctively felt that utter relief and hope as if that first meeting was seconds ago.

But that relief soured into a hollow pit in her stomach as she came back to reality, thinking of Mateo at the present with his tired, dimmed hazel eyes.

“I appreciate your concern for my son. I must admit when he first moved into the palace, I was concerned that he would not be as well cared for there as I would like him to be, but from the way Mateo talks about you and how you work with him, I see you not only care for him too but you understand him. Elena, what you two have is incredibly special. Such instinctive understanding between two people doesn’t happen everyday, nor does the amount of adventures and obstacles that you have battled through together. I know this may be an old woman’s view on you, but you are destined to work together as friends, partners and...maybe even more? I hope you don’t think I’m pushing anything but your bond is deep, Elena, and I hope you lean on it during times of trouble.”

Elena felt the tips of her ears grow red at Rafa’s praise and her neck flushed when the older woman got to the part about being “something more.”

Elena had only recently realized to herself that she was developing feelings for Mateo. Feelings far deeper than those she had for other friends. Mateo was one of the only people that she let go of her strong regal bearing. She felt at times that she knew all of him and he knew all of her. Their deep devotion to Avalor, their desire to help others, the wish to make Avalor a better place than they had left it. But she did not only care for their commonality which she had realized that they plenty. She also loved his character, the things that made him Mateo. His enthusiasm for all things magical, his instances of klutziness that only contrasted his absolute grace in dancing, his patience, his compassion..the list went on. Then the nights working together side by side only brought out these burgeoning feelings even more.

She could trust Mateo, be comforted by him and most of all, she felt complete next to him. There was nothing they couldn’t do together.

“Well I-It seems Mateo doesn’t want to lean on me during times of trouble.” Elena admitted, feeling surprisingly vulnerable at saying that idea out loud.

“I know what you mean. I’ve seen Mateo’s look recently. He hasn’t looked this way since...nevermind.” Rafa looked away for a moment, and Elena swore she could have seen the shine of threatening tears. This pause was promptly dismissed when Rafa focused her gaze back at her, leaving Elena with more questions but no words on how to voice them.

“I haven’t seen him look that way for a while, but I have not asked him about it. I think it has something to do with what happened in Cariza but he has been so busy working that-”

“I know.” Elena interrupted, “I know it has something to do with what happened in Cariza, but I don’t know what. If he’s worried about fighting Ash, I have been reminding him of his strength in fighting against Fiero. Twice. I know he’s strong enough to face her, but he just gives me that strained smile, and-”

“Then you should ask.” Rafa told her firmly. “He may want to keep this from you, but I think he will tell you. In all his years, you’re the only one he has opened up to so fully. I should know.”

Rafa rose from her chair, led Elena through the small house to an jarred door, indicating that Elena should go to the basement. “I’ll see you in an hour if you choose to stay, and please tell him to talk to me too. He may be a grown up now but he’s still my little boy.”

“Thank you, Señora de Alva.” Elena grasped Rafa’s hands gratefully.

“Please calm me, Rafa.” Rafa replied, opening the door to the basement even further and left the house.

Elena crept slowly and quietly down the stairs, making sure to listen for any sounds of Mateo’s light snore. She didn’t want to wake him up if by chance he was having a well-deserved rest.

She saw the back of his silhouette first. A familiar sight of him hunched over a spellbook. Any second now she expected him to turn around with that sweet, heartwarming smile of his but he stayed studiously reading.

“Mateo.” Elena said softly.

“Wha-what?” Mateo startled, flipping the book off the table.

“Sorry, hey, it’s just me. It’s just me.” Elena reached out to him and Mateo’s body instinctively relaxed except his eyes, his eyes remained worried as he looked at her.

“Hi,” Mateo repeated breathlessly, “Is everything okay? Do you need me for something?”

‘Everything’s fine. Pretty boring back at the palace, actually. I came here because I think you need something from me.”

Mateo looked at her, confusion plain on his face and a protest clearly about to pass his lips but she stopped him before he could begin.

“Mateo, I’m worried about you, and don’t say I shouldn’t be. I can’t help but notice that you’re different. So does your mom. You seem haunted by something and maybe it’s none of my business but I-I. Mateo you mean so much to me. You have given me strength and hope through all these awful events. Like on Dia de los Muertos two years ago. When I told you about the prophecy of darkness, it felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders because I knew whenever I felt that I was going to break down from the stress of it all, I could rely on you. I could tell you all of my deepest fears. All I want is to be able to do the same for you.”

“Elena..” Mateo faltered, averting his eyes to look at the floor.

“Please, Mateo.” Elena bit her lip to avoid the sob of unadulterated emotion that threatened to rise in her throat, sadness that he was still trying to hide from her, “I can’t say I know how you feel at the moment, but I think I can guess it. Remember when you said that to bottle up your emotions and pretend you were fine was a sure way to lose yourself? Mateo, I don’t want to lose you. If you are hurting I want to help you and if I can’t help, I will hurt alongside you so you won’t be alone. I will go to the ends of the Everrealm for you because I know you would do the same for me. Please let me help you.”

Mateo faced her again, his eyes brimming with unshed tears, “I don’t want you to be in pain for me.”

“I’m already in pain now that you’re hiding something from me. It’s like a distance between us and..and I don’t like it.” Elena said softly, wiping a tear from his soft cheek.

Mateo gripped her hand, keeping it on his cheek, “I-I.” He sucked a deep inhale, “I don’t like the distance between us either.”

Elena almost flung her arms around him in relief that he was about to talk to her about his feelings, and from the knowledge that he had disliked their distance too, but refrained with a small smile through the happy tears that were threatening to spill.

“I don’t think I can stop Ash.” Mateo admitted.

Elena brought both hands up to his cheeks and softly shook his head, gripping his velvety curls, “I told you, I have complete faith that you can fight Ash and her evil minions. I know she has more practice than you, but Mateo de Alva, if there is anything you have that she doesn’t, it is the magic of your pure heart. Love always triumphs over evil.”

Mateo chuckled under his breath at Elena’s impassioned response, leaning his head a little more into her hands, “Thank you, but that’s not it.”

He grew serious once more, the hollow look returned, plummeting Elena’s stomach.

“I-ever since..I. I’ve been having nightmares about what the Delgados were about to do to you. Those greedy monsters were going to sacrifice you for power and I was utterly helpless to stop it.” Mateo furiously wiped his tears, teeth clenching as he spoke.

“And the whole time I was stuck there in that cell, fearing that that was the last time I was going to see your face. I felt like my heart was ripped out.”

Elena’s heart went out to the poor boy, remembering how he angrily rattled the cell’s bars as he yelled at them that they wouldn’t succeed. Despite his defensive exclamation, that look of fear had been very much present as she turned back to look at him one more time.

Elena admitted only to herself that when she looked back at the Carizan cell, she had tried so hard to memorize Mateo’s face. His every curl and feature knowing that it may be her last time seeing him.

“I’m so sorry.” Elena said. In the days since that awful event, she had been having horrible nightmares of her helplessness during that sacrifice but not once had she stopped to think of how it must have felt for Mateo, that he was once again in sync with her, feeling helpless and desperate to stop what seemed the impossible.

“You shouldn’t be.” Mateo rushed to assure her, clasping his palms over hers, “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. You were having all those nightmares about the sacrifice, I didn’t want to add to that. After all, you were the one in mortal danger, not me.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” Elena objected, “Your feelings matter just as much as mine. They matter to me.”

“I felt so helpless.” Mateo sniffed and Elena hugged him. Their bodies melded into each other with that comfortable, accustomed click that came with being together. It felt safe, it felt right, it felt like a space that only they could occupy and gain strength from.

Elena drew away from the lovely embrace to press her forehead into his, staring deeply into his hazel eyes, “I know a lot of things seem uncertain and scary right now, but I promise that no matter what darkness comes I will be there for you. I want to be your rock, your confidante, your supporter, all of it. I can’t imagine a life without you, it feels like a-”

“Like an intrinsic bond between us.” Mateo finished, a genuine smile finally spread across his face, “There’s something deeper between us, isn’t there?”

“Yes.” Elena whispered, a hair’s breadth away from kissing him. Their breath intermingling until Mateo closed the space between them.

Like the kiss, their bodies went onto autopilot, enjoying the thrill of its rightness and completeness in a space that was completely their own.

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2/2/2020 DAB Chronological Transcript

Exodus 10-12 Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I’m China. Today is the 2nd day of February. It's so great to be here with you guys today as we continue on, well, first of all, happy February. It's crazy you guys February is here. It's nuts. But it's also like thank God it's here. It's like if you still have your Christmas tree up, what are you doing? I uh, I saw someone...we were driving by at like night, in like a neighborhood and we could see like in through someone's house and they had the Christmas tree up. And I was like, time out. Like what? It's like very, very late January, not February. So you guys we're in February. That's insane. Here we go. Happy super bowl Sunday regardless of who you're voting for. I'm really sad the Titans didn't do it. Um, and that's the only time we'll ever talk about sports. Anyways, here we go. Today we are in Exodus chapter ten through 12 and we're in The Voice translation for this week. It's one of my favorites because it gives little excerpts that are so helpful but also so interesting.

Commentary:

I love The Voice translation. And so reading today you know, God was, he wasn't the one who was making Pharaoh's heart hard, but he was using that to say, okay actually, like I'm gonna let this give me glory. I'm going to let you feel like you have the say here. But that's not the case. And it's talking more about this kind of battle between in Pharaoh's heart of thinking, oh I am a God, and I don't know about who you think your gods are, but this is my God, or I am a God. And this being that like none of the plagues were personal to him, but the one of his son passing was, and that was the one that got his attention because his son would've been rightfully so, the next Pharaoh. So seeing that and hearing that, oh my gosh, yes, that one was the one that was personal for him. That is the one that finally clicked and shook up something inside of him.

Prayer: And so Jesus, we just invite you into this space Lord. Jesus, we just thank you so much for how you love us or how you know us or how you know the fact that we can be so stubborn, that we could be so incredibly hard in heart and you're still right there doing everything you can to get our attention. But Jesus, may we learn from Pharaoh's mistakes and that you are God and we are not. And we can't make things happen in our own time, in our own way, but when we submit to you, anything can happen and your will actually starts to happen. And so Father I just pray that we would really grasp that in a way that Pharoah never could, that it wouldn't take us losing someone or something to really understand you, to really be in relationship with you, to really lay down the things that you're asking us to lay down, to step into the things that you're asking us to step into. Jesus, I just love you. We thank you for today. We thank you for just another day here with you and in your presence. Lord we love you. We praise you. And it's in your son's name we pray. Amen.

Community Prayer:

Father I come to you on behalf of my dear sister China Brown. God as she is experiencing some sickness trying to set in her body, I pray that you would allow your healing grace to come completely overwhelm her. I pray God that she would lean back in your presence, that she would experience more holistic healing God, healing for her mind, healing for her body and soul. I thank you God that she's leading the way for us in our time of this consecration and fast. And I pray that you would just give her the endurance and the stamina physically so that she can continue leading the way on this journey as we come to the stretch, the final stretch. Lord I just pray that she would get rest. I pray that you would just surround her on every side so that she would truly feel your healing presence. God, you are Jehovah Rafa, the Lord that heals and I pray you would be that for China even now. I thank you Lord that she has labored over your word for years and so Lord I pray that now you would give back to her good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over. Let healing be given unto her bosom, Lord, and what Lord, I thank you for how she has given herself and poured her life into your word and into your people. So now God would you refresh her soul for all this she has done. Let healing be realized for her body in the name of Jesus. I thank you and I praise you. Amen. Love you China and thank you so much for your ministry. Kingdom Seeker Daniel from Chicago. God bless you. Oh Lord our Lord, how excellent is your name in all the earth. God we thank you, we glorify you, we magnify your name, God, because it is in your presence God where we find fullness of joy. And it's your right hand that's pleasure forevermore. God we thank you that you have a hope- that we have a hope in you God that does not disappoint. You said that you are the Lord and we shall not be afraid or ashamed if we wait on you. You said blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord and whose hope the Lord is as you will keep him in perfect peace him whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts in you. And so God we come to you thanking you for China, God who had the ability, or had the guts if you will God to shine the light on mental health. God we recognize and understand that it is so needed. But we also recognize and understand that you are a very present help in time of trouble God. You said that your ways and your thoughts are not ours, we won't understand it. We won't, we won't understand why you allowed it to us, or people that we love. What we do know God is then you are determined to show us more abundantly God how much you love us. And so as we go through different traumas, as we go through various triggers, God that causes us to relive the trauma. We ask that you will be with us. And those that seek out help, we ask that you would show them who to go to that the counselor, therapist won't re-traumatize them. And we thank you for it in Jesus name. Hi this is Rachel from Pennsylvania and it is January 24th and I decided to listen to the commentary for January 23rd, again because I was distracted when it was playing yesterday. And I'm really glad I did. I can't believe how like none of that registered with me. Um, I guess how, how completely distracted I was and, and um, so anyway, China was talking about trauma and um, inviting the Holy Spirit into that and asking the Holy Spirit to reveal where he was in that time for people. And China um, I'm just, I'm just really moved and touched by what you said and how you spoke about what you didn't feel comfortable speaking about because you needed to, um, you needed to follow what you promised you would do and, and not just reading, um, you know, words from the Bible and but actually speak about what the Holy Spirit would like you to speak about. And I just, I'm teary-eyed because, um, you know, that is a huge commitment and I just respect and love that you're doing that. And I just love that um, people get to hear that from you. Um, and uh, you know, on praying, I just want to lift up the people who have trauma. Please God, help them through it, help them see you in it. Help them to be able to use it to minister to others in your name. Amen. And thank you China so much for being spirit led. Hi DABC this is Brady from Virginia. Oh what a community we have to be so thankful for. Today was the March for Life walk/rally. I'm not sure. Oh, thank you for that group of people who believe in the sanctity of life. May we all pray for the sanctity of life- the treasure it really is. Thank you family and love you.

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Papa’s passing

It’s the day after Valentines’. I was looking through some pictures and now realize that the ultimate couple, my oldest symbol of love, had their last Valentines’ Day together last year. “Papa’s in the hospital,” not so alarming. He had been in and out mainly for falls in the years leading up. I had just seen him though during the holidays, and he looked better than he had in so long, so I was still a little surprised; more so when I learned it wasn’t due to a fall. There was initial mention of him having congestive heart failure. I knew immediately that aside from calling to check in, there was some education/explaining to be done to ease everyone’s anxiety. I didn’t want to disparage the situation, especially not knowing results of diagnostic testing, but the symptoms seemed that he was in the first stages. This is manageable; could be worse. Things were looking decent: they were setting up for him to go to short term rehab. He’d need to use oxygen, and the chest x-rays while seemingly idiopathic, explained his current state. Then he was transferred to the ICU. Increased oxygen demand, heated hi-flow I assume. This wasn’t good, but not detrimental either. I tried keeping up on his state with a call every day. My aunt had reported her impression to me, explaining how he had solid conversation and seemed with it. Energy enough to talk with them for a while. It seemed to have alleviated his anxiety a litte. I figured to arrange to seem him sooner than later. “Should I get there tomorrow, or..?” I asked my mom. “He has good and bad days…” So it was set. I’d fly over first flight after work the next day (which unfortunately wasn’t until 2230, bringing my arrival to 930ish the next morning). My last thoughts before bed were wandering in the direction of realizing he might not make it out of the hospital this time. Work kicked my ass, but I’d be off for a little anyway with the visit to CT. I got home and started planning my packing when I got another update via text. My sister had gotten a second away from the situation enough to think to update me, “Papa’s now on hospice.” (Had to talk to the nurse at the time to make sense of the turn of events). My roommates here made a valiant effort with their support and advice in trying to get me home to CT sooner (bereavement flights?) I didn’t expect Papa to make it through the night. Still, I selfishly urged him to hang on a little longer. We arrived at the hospital, so similar in size and resources likely, to the very hospital I was working at across the country. He was still in the ICU. Asleep, so deeply that he was snoring, mouth open and all. Relaxed, deep breaths. The first thing I said to him, was that I was envious: I hadn’t gotten much sleep on my ride over :P They moved him to the hospice room, plenty of space for the aunts/uncles/cousins/friends to gather. We flowed in and out throughout the day and probably tired him out. By the end of the day, it certainly seemed like what my aunts had said: he was waiting for us to go. My dad came into our room the next morning with sad but good news-- the hospital called around 0100 to say Papa had passed. I believe the first thing I felt was relief, but not for my sake. I was relieved that Papa felt peace; relieved that he didn’t need to return to this life disoriented; to return to being unhappy with maybe his loss of independence, maybe feeling like his dignity was lately diminishing; to return to stressing out about his finances; to return to battling with his computer or potentially making excuses for company because maybe he was lonely. But I don’t think he was acutely sad. I hesitate to say he was even depressed. Nit-picky and frugal as he was, I think he was basically waiting. He’d meet his days with grace and shuffle about his house, hopefully cautiously and hopefully with his “friend,” (since he never did use that cane appropriately), and tend to his daily routine. He’d more than welcome any company, and I think my dad for example can’t make any excuses for regrets, as he’d visit them nearly every day for lunch. Arrangements were made so quickly. I commended my aunts and uncles for working so efficiently, but the most amazing thing was how our banter didn’t really change. It seemed that we celebrated his life, more than did any mourning. I wasn’t able to attend the funeral where I’m sure most of that took place, but I was blessed enough to have had that last day with him. Blessed enough to have those moments with them and with Mama and so incredibly blessed to have had time with the legacy that Papa leaves behind. Writing to him in English doesn’t make sense to me. Our conversations were always in Spanish. As such, this prose is more of a reflection to myself and to help digest things in general. I’m not sure I’m emotionally ready to write to him just yet, but I’ll try to get the words right for this much: I can’t really say I knew Papa personally. I did through my own lens: as his grandchild. There’s a chunk of identity, a large portion of human, that we tend to remove from anyone fitting into a familial role: brother/sister/mother/father/grandma/grandpa. As such, I am virtually unable to comprehend how the rest of my family feels, especially his children, and especially my father (who, as Mama likes to call him, is like the Father Hen of them all). So when I look at these photos and think of Papa’s passing, I think of the beautiful family he created. I think of the angel, his wife, he’s left in this physical realm temporarily. I think of his father, Papa Rafa, the first of this lineage of names, whose middle name I grow closer to understanding the honor of choosing. I think of his wisdom. I think of his rigidity that I can only imagine because having so many grandchildren created a softness in him, so they say. I think of the witty and dry sense of humor he had. I think of his sweetness, his playfulness that sometimes would come out in conversation, but definitely came out with babies and especially all our pets. I’m in awe of the life he had and what he worked so hard to create. And I want to continue to honor him with the kind of life I live. I cannot be more thankful to the very power he so much believed in, to have been brought into this kingdom of Colombian rascals that are my family. We will truly miss our king. “When the peoples goes down, no hay barranco que lo stoppen” (He passed on 2/10/2019)

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