𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 & 𝐣𝐚𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬. ( @falquin )

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𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 & 𝐣𝐚𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬. ( @falquin )
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RE: S/AM W/ILSON AND F/ATWS.
BASIC INFORMATION: i understand what i’m doing with this verse is changing a big portion of the show, and characters involved may not agree. i’m open to shifting the plots around, however this is the verse i will be defaulting to. (PERSONALS DNI)
CONNECTIONS: this verse is tied to @toscrve / autumn’s steve. i’m open to writing with other steve rpers, but otherwise i’m going to be referring to steve as both alive and not old. additionally, this verse is tied to @falquin / sarah’s j/oaquin, as the show severely diminished his role and we need to change that.
PLOT POINTS AND DIVERGENCES: under the cut for length.
@falquin knew this was coming !
maggie stood quietly near the back of the small gathering, her hands folded tightly in front of her, the faint scent of roses & incense mixing with the cool, damp air. the funeral service had been brief, just as her brother would have wanted. she couldn’t bring herself to look at the casket for more than a few moments. it didn’t feel real. how could it? mason had always been the strong one, the one who was supposed to come home. but now he was gone, & there was nothing left but the memories.
the weight of it all settled on her chest, heavy & suffocating. & yet, in the midst of it, she was aware of another presence beside her, a figure who lingered at the edge of her peripheral vision. a man, not much younger than her, with dark hair & eyes that held an expression she couldn’t quite read. his stance was careful, respectful, but there was an unmistakable air of familiarity about him.
joaquin.
she had heard his name a hundred times, the stories mason had shared with her, bits & pieces of their friendship. the funny ones, the serious ones — mason had always spoken of joaquin as though he were a brother, someone she could trust. she never imagined she’d meet him like this, at a funeral for someone she didn’t want to believe was gone.
the silence between them felt thick, as if they were both waiting for the other to speak. joaquin shifted slightly, his gaze meeting hers for the first time, & in that moment, maggie saw it — an understanding, a silent acknowledgment that both of them had lost something. her brother, his friend. it was all too raw. she swallowed, throat tight.
❝ joaquin, ❞ she finally said, her voice hoarse from the grief & the weight of the moment. she hesitated, unsure of how to start. ❝ i don’t … i don’t know what to say. i feel like i should’ve known you. mason always talked about you, always said how much he trusted you. he would’ve wanted me to meet you. he always … ❞ she trailed off, her words faltering as the reality of it all hit her again.
her heart clenched, & she quickly turned her gaze away, unable to hold back the tear that threatened to fall. she didn’t want to cry in front of someone she barely knew, she didn't want to cry at all, but joaquin was a part of mason’s life— part of the one she couldn’t fully grasp now that he was gone.
❝ i don’t know if i’m ready for this, for all of it ... ❞ maggie admitted quietly, her words almost lost in the breeze. she wiped at her eyes, not wanting to seem weak, but the vulnerability of the moment made it impossible to hide. ❝ but i appreciate you being here. for him. for me. ❞
joaquin stood still, a figure of quiet understanding as he watched her, his own pain evident in the lines of his face, but he said nothing. maybe there were no words that could make sense of the loss, no words that would fill the space between them. they were both bound by mason’s memory now, in ways they couldn’t yet understand .
𝟰 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗢𝗙 › JOAQUIN TORRES › @falquin
her phone vibrates in the pocket of her jeans ------ there's no point having it on anything else with how loud the music is in here; it's difficult enough to carry a conversation without shouting in someone's ear. a subtle string of notes doesn't stand a chance.
thinking it's business related she leaves it be until she can finish the conversation shouting match she's currently engaged in face to face, only pulling out her phone to glance at the screen after the arrangement for a pick up later is made.
the sigh isn't audible when she drags her thumb along the lock screen, but she feels it. / @falquin.
[ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ..... 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳. ] [ 𝙸𝙳 : 𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚂, 𝙹. ]
𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃. ] 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃. ] 𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃. ]
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“I THOUGHT I said you should go to the hospital for stuff like this,” Becky grumbled. Despite her litany of complaints since Joaquin had shoed up for a second time on her doorstep, sans invitation, bleeding and smiling, she’d already settled him onto the couch and was carefully dabbing at the cut on his cheek. “This thing isn’t that deep,” she commented. “Cuts like this just like to bleed a lot. You’re not gonna need stitches. — Shame, really: I had the best sutures in my nursing school.” Becky lay down a butterfly bandage and a bit of gauze, sitting back on her heels. “That isn’t an invitation to come back for stitches,” she warned. “This is the last time. I mean it.”