#maverick 001.

[noralevin]

nora 📲 mav

Nora: maverick i-don't-know-your-middle-name liu Nora: my brethren Nora: HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎈🎉❗ Nora: why haven't i heard about a total rager at your place. are you out of the country again?

[solaadisa]

closed @maverick-liu

location: neptune, for their blind date

Sola thanked the host quietly after being given her table number and the name of her blind date and headed deeper into the restaurant, a hand nervously rubbing her forearm as she made her way inside. Her hair long down her back, in a shiny orange number she'd splurged on after an exceptionally good month for the truck, she knew she looked good, but this — dates, dating — was never an exceptionally strong suit for her.

She came upon the table, double checking to make sure she'd gotten it right. "Maverick?" she asked the guy already there. "Hey, I'm Sola." Awkwardly, she held out a fist for him to bump, unsure what else to do. A handshake was too formal and a hug, though Sola was always down for those, seemed a little too familiar, and she thought she might die of embarrassment if she was stood in the middle of Neptune, holding her arms out, waiting for him to hug her. "I'm your, uh, blind date, I guess."

[xaviermattthews]

closed for: @maverick-liu

where: x and van's

"Bayou, get down, stop," X says as his rambunctious border collie couldn't contain his excitement at another person in his home. He whistles and Bayou stops trying to greet Maverick with excited jumps, bringing himself over to his owner who patted his head for listening.

"Are you okay with dogs? I can put him in the other room if you're not. He thinks he can run amok when his mom's not home."

[maura-cortes]

where: valentine beach bonfire

with: @maverick-liu

Having been at the bonfire with Atticus for a while already, Maura had gotten just slightly buzzed from the drinks table — and the shared joint she'd had with other friends she'd found. Valentines was not her idea of fun this year, still recovering from her self-inflicted heartbreak, she'd almost hoped she'd find a distraction on the beach.

(a distraction that hadn't been going very well, other than the red cup she held loosely between her fingers.)

Having topped up her cup, she turns around from the drinks table, searching for Atticus in the crowd of people that linger. Yet her sight sets upon Maverick. A happy coincidence to find her cousins roommate as she bounces on over to greet him. "I thought you were too busy to do things like this." She remarks, given she rarely sees him at his shared apartment with Atticus.

[bradley-banner]

with: @maverick-liu

where: her hotel room, paris fashion week

"Did you get it?" She asks as he walks through the door, her make up was finished, but her hair stylist was putting in the final touches to an outfit that would only be completed by the dress that was hopefully between Mavericks fingers. "Is it steamed?"

Time was of the essence, the time on her phone telling her she only had another seventy three minutes until she was supposed to be sat front row at the Balmain show.

( made all the more important now she'd been officially announced the face of their 2024 collection. )

She was calm, Bradley was always calm and she'd packed her calendar full of shows, but that was not to ignore that she hated when things weren't prepped as they were supposed to be. Olivier Rousteing has promised the fashion house would have her outfits in her hotel room in good time, and it'd ended with her having to send Maverick to meet them for a collection otherwise what? She wouldn't be wearing their brand? She'd have to rewear something she'd already worn? Absolutely not.

"Can you—" she waves her hand at her assistant, "just open it, I don't even trust that they'll have sent the right one."

( oh, perhaps she was a little stressed. )

[ravirussell]

"They might be mean, but I'm meaner."

He knows he most likely isn't, but how much harm could a rodent of that size and stature cause?

There's not much thinking involved for him beyond that, leaning his racket against the trunk of the tree as he holds his hand out to beckon Maverick closer so he could become his human ladder of sorts.

"Put your hands together and lift me, I can Spider-man myself up the rest of the way."

At that point, it was less about retrieving the ball itself and more proving to himself that he could.

@maverick-liu

Maverick shields his eyes  with a hand held above his browline just to try and catch a sight of this very chatty squirrel. The tennis ball is expectedly not returned. Ravi must have really put the gas behind it…

“Well, you sure did. I guess kitchen work is like the secret cross fit, huh?”

Maybe, maybe not. Ravi can also just have a mean swing from all the time he’s spent playing tennis. It’s definitely a whole lot more than Maverick’s ever played. Astrid might stand a better chance with her being the jock out of the two of them, and her crazy good hands-on-eye coordination.

“Squirrels are mean, dude. You sure you wanna go up there?” It certainly isn’t Maverick offering himself. “What if there’s a nest and it rips your face off for disturbing the babies it’s just gotten to bed?”

@ravirussell

[owenepierce]

distraction | owen & maverick

With Sam and Violet busying themselves putting care packages together for everyone coming back from the field trip, Owen was in dire need of something or someone to preoccupy him. He wasn't a pro in the kitchen by any means, and he likely never would be. So, with Sam's permission, he descended from their penthouse to the Dominant's wing and found his way to Maverick Mason, the new, especially hunky, super-almost famous stud who had shown up pretty recently. He reckoned Maverick needed to be preoccupied, too, so in this way, Owen felt perfectly useful. He was doing what he was best at, anyway. Dressed in pale blue, tight-fitted jeans, and a light pink t-shirt, he knocked on the door and quickly got to his knees, a giddy little smirk gracing his features from the sheer anticipation of what the afternoon would have in store for him. @dommavmason

[veronicalodgeswitch]

let me teach ya | maverick & veronica

If there was one thing Veronica appreciated in a Dominant, it was clarity - and Maverick Mason, the hunky, B-List, heartthrob who'd just shown up, left her with no questions. She knew what he wanted when he wanted and how he wanted it, and Veronica was perfectly prepared to provide, assuming he kept impressing her at the rate he was. Veronica's long, silky black hair was pinned back to reveal a pretty, skimpy, lacy little black dress with matching high heels accentuating her long, tan legs. Finding Maverick's suite, Veronica eyed a nearby clock and was satisfied that she'd made it right on time. She wanted to be impressed, but perhaps even more than that, she wanted to impress, and punctuality was part of the package she knew she could deliver. Knocking on his door, she sat back on her heels and waited (not so) patiently for him to make his appearance. She braced herself. If he looked half as good as he did in photos, she knew she'd swoon embarrassingly easy...but then again, maybe that's what he wanted. He seemed the type to enjoy the attention... @dommavmason

[dianaswhitney]

closed starter for @maverick-bennett location: Happy Trails

For a moment, Diana had no idea where she was when she woke, but quickly found she was in someone's place at the trailer park in town. Being there wasn't surprising at all and as she got up to leave the beer can covered floor and bodies entangled, she grabbed a jacket that she was pretty sure wasn't hers and she walked outside to try to make her way to the end of the lot before calling an Uber. She got her phone from her pants pocket and found a joint in the pocket. She smiled as she lit it with her lighter and was walking when she spotted Maverick outside his place. "Mav! Hey." She said and walked over, taking a drag off the joint. "Long time no see. How are you?"

[astridlius]

"D'aww," Astrid said, waving a hand like she was physically swatting off Mav's compliment. He'd always been more earnest than her, and it was a trait she did admire despite the shit she was prone to giving him about it.

Then, of course, she had to undercut the nice moment by balling up the paper bag Mav had brought the pastries in and serving it at him like a volleyball. "Sap," she said fondly.

With a laugh, she let go of his chin and moved a few steps back to the kitchen counter, which she promptly hopped up to sit on. "No compromise necessary, big brother. I swear that I won't sleep with, date, or even try to sleep with or date any of your friends. Even if one that doesn't live with you. Either way, I could see you going out of your little mind about it, and we can't have that, can we?"

"Uhhhh," Astrid said, drawing out the sound as a loose thread on her jeans suddenly became incredibly interesting. "No, I don't think so. I don't even know what I'd say." That was a lie. More accurately, she wouldn't know where to start. "And, like, I feel like I missed my window. Why, do you think I should?"

@maverick-liu

Maverick tilts his head in the slightest, all need to taunt falling to the wayside, and very earnestly says, “I think you could make it as anything.” Truly, his sister is everything he’d ever want to be. There isn’t a doubt in Maverick’s mind that Astrid could make a name for herself in a multitude of ways.

It might be a bias with him being one of her biggest, if not her biggest, supporters. Astrid had always been meant for success in every capacity. 

Except for the whole Atticus thing, Maverick can’t be supportive there. His lower lip pushes out into a pout when she grabs him by the chin. “You just can’t while we share an apartment. That’s my compromise.” A fair one, he might add. Doors exist, but apartments are small, and it’s so silly to have this protectiveness flare up inside him over his sister who is very much an adult woman. One who can navigate her issues without him stepping in.

Stop it, Mav.

“It’s alright to want that, and very fair, I think. When you’re left wondering about certain parts of it, it’s not a bad thing. So stop calling yourself dumb for being human, sis.” Maverick pushes off the counter to help himself to her fridge and snags a water after perusing. No fun beverages… “Soooo, are you gonna talk to her?”

@astridlius

[pruenakamura]

closed starter for @maverick-bennett location: Happy Trails

Prue was trying to light the candle inside her jack-o'-lantern, but her lighter was going out and she couldn't seem to get enough juice to hold a light. It was aggravating her and she cursed herself that she didn't go and get a new one earlier today when she was in town. She ended up throwing the thing against her porch, it bouncing and hitting the siding of her trailer. She walked down the steps and looked across the way at Maverick who was outside his place. "Mav, can I borrow your lighter?"

[rayxclairmont]

closed starter for @maverick-bennett location: Downtown

Nate was running some errands around town and checking in on a few businesses like he always did. It was important to him, plus it didn't help with the election coming up. Even if he was running unopposed, he liked going around and still being the face of the town. He was leaving one of the shops and heading down the street when he spotted Maverick and he smiled at the man. They had gone to high school together and while ran in different circles, he definitely remembered him. "Maverick Bennett." He smiled as he approached him. "I heard you were back in town."

[selfmythclcgy]

open to: maverick west | @mcverickk location: underwood studios, lot 8

Sinclair placed the pill on his tongue, the film that covered the tablet already melting against the warmth of his mouth. It was bitter, but he knew that it was a small price to kill the pain pinned right between his eyes. It had gotten to the point that even the directors noticed the ever present furrow of his brow, which had become a trait of Tate James and not Parker Wilson no matter how many times he begged to give his character more edge in the writing room. Ten years later, and the boy he pretended to be was still the saving grace of a town that didn't exist by not even lifting a finger. His coffee was scalding, but it burned away the taste of nicotine that he despised but needed. Patience was thin, and just being back on the lot with the bitter sting of fresh paint and stale air made him wish for the haze to stomach it all. He went to close his mouth and swallow the pain killer, but the growing clamor of another set ending for the day rounded the corner to the only cafe on the lot. Collision was expected under the sweet relief of a break, and Sinclair's teeth sank into his tongue with warm swelling in his mouth in. The pill fell in a silent clatter to the floor, but the fuck! that came out of Sinclair's mouth was clear against the rattling of upset bystanders. “For fuck’s sake!” He scoffed, spatting to the sidewalk where bright red stained concrete. “When did crazy and stupid become one?”

[auggievillanueva]

Auggie smiled, glad that Rosie had found her way to someone friendly, at the very least. "Oh, she does love lizards. We've got at three in a tank at home. The little ones just find her whenever we're in the yard. It's like she's got a homing beacon for them on her or something." He wasn't always much of a talker, but he couldn't help himself when it came to his daughter. He could probably go on for hours when it came to her.

"I've definitely considered the leash route, but she's too smart for her own good. Aren't you, hon?" he asked Rosie, who nodded decisively. "She'd find a way to not only take it off but make sure that I'd never see it again. I've got a bit of a diabolical genius on my hands."

He bounced her on his hip, then asked her, "Did you introduce yourself, sweetie?" She shook her head, then waved at the man and told her his name, the 'R' sound turning into a 'W.' "She's my assistant manager."

@maverick-liu

"What, hey. We were having a very enthusiastic conversation about lizards." Maverick thinks it was lizards, or some idea of them. He isn't sure, but he'd been enthralled by Rosie's energy and enthusiasm, he stopped all he'd been doing to stand there and nod and encourage her to keep talking with his own input.

Mav can only laugh at the semi-frazzled behavior of who must be her father. The poor guy, must've nearly had a heart attack once he noticed she wandered.

"She's sweet, but I guess she keeps you on her toes. You know, my mom had me on a leash for a bit. Not the sort around your neck like a dog, but one of those backpack leashes. See, she got pregnant with my little sister, and if dad was working and she had to run errands? I was, uh, what did you call it?" He taps his chin trying to recollect the words.

"Oh! A flight risk for her. Had the local grocery store shut down with a Code Adam one too many times for her liking."

@auggievillanueva

[atticuscortes]

for: @maverick-liu

where: coral cottage b&b

"You know...thinking back, maybe we should've figured for this."

Like most things with Maverick and Atticus, what had started off as a joke had quickly snowballed into a bonafide, full fledged, actual real life plan, which was how the two had found themselves booking a room during the Coral Cottage's Valentine's special.

For the free champagne, they'd said (as if the cost of the champagne would not have been less than the charge for the room). For the robes, and chocolates left on our pillows.

There was the champagne, as promised, sitting on ice. If Atticus turned his head, he could clock two robes hung up just inside the bathroom door. And there were, in fact, two chocolates, one on each pillow of the rose petal-ed bed.

The singular bed.

Right.

As in, "I call right side." He dropped his backpack down onto it, careful not to disturb the petals, as if to stake his claim. "If someone breaks in, there's no way my ass is getting murdered first because I'm closest to the door."

Then again, he'd then have to try and make it around the bed to the door, which was a risk all of it's own...

"Did I say right? I meant left."

[bcbyteeth]

open to: maverick west | @mcverickk location: cannes film festival, premiere screening segment

Patience was a feigned virtue— while the rest of Roman's body remained still, his mind was never as stagnant. His craft had carved into him just where to place is restlessness and molded it into something that could only benefit his art. He became a porcelain trinket on stage, and his mind lurched in every direction to map out just when he could finally move once more. The desire for control and its very need had forced him to enact a mask of peace.

Outside of studio, theatre, and conservatory, Romanyuk was rarely still. A twisted sense of obedience was the only way he'd hidden it as he glazed everything outside of scripted motion with a grace. Only a keen eye would notice that he was every planted in one place, in one pose. To sit through the entirety of film after film was not an art but rather a procedure he couldn't succumb to, and it hadn't taken long for Roman to find an excuse and huddle in some back way exit. He'd been enough times to count on some hidden hall to cluster him in a space where he could at the very least pace one way to another once the carpet had been rolled up for the night.

The darkness of the room was interrupted by one of the doors creaking open, and quickly Roman waved away the haze that was a culprit of the small joint between his fingers. Every other time those in the room had denied any intruders, but with the constant opening and closing, they were sure to be caught soon enough. This time, he took whoever it was by the cuff of their arm and hauled them inside.

"Wrong door, Alice," Roman announced. "Only way you're getting out now is when those credits roll out because we can't figure out how to turn off this light so it doesn't blow up the whole theatre every time we open the door."

Another drag leaves his lips, but this time, it comes with an offer to share. Now that the smoke dissipates, Roman pays closer attention to the frame of dark curls that steps into their lumination.

"You don't have an entourage, so I think you won't be missed too much if you hang out here with us," Roman smirked.