Trevor Maybank

Dante Maybank Half Maybank. Half Genrette. All problem. You don’t have to like me— just don’t underestimate me.

@genrettelegacy So you’re my mom ?

The time I lost a fight

Kelce figure 8 raised. loyal to my circle rafe, topper. bentley shoupe? depends on the day. pogues don’t belong. never have, never will.

and the reputation, there’s a constant tension in him a quiet awareness that if he doesn’t find a different path, he’s going to end up just like Luke. And that’s the one fight Trevor’s not sure he knows how to win.

authority didn’t mean much, and the Kooks saw him as exactly what they expected: a problem. But Trevor wasn’t just some mindless brawler he was fiercely loyal, the kind of guy who would take a hit ten times over if it meant his family walked away untouched. Underneath the bruises

Backstory Trevor Maybank didn’t grow up with the luxury of being soft. Being a Maybank meant something on the Cut , meant people either respected you or they test you, and Trevor learned early on that hesitation got you hurt. As one of Luke Maybank’s sons, alongside JJ,

fully let go—like he didn’t trust her balance… or himself if he did.

again, slower this time. “Then I’ll decide if I’m helping you sober up…” he added, voice dropping slightly, a hint of something unreadable slipping in, “or letting you keep talking like this.” His grip loosened just enough to guide her back a step, but he didn’t

Trevor didn’t move when she turned to face him didn’t step back, didn’t close the space. If anything, he let it happen, standing there like something carved in place while she drifted closer, all heat and unsteady edges.

@FierceInTheFall you’re not begging me for anything, got it?”As she brushed past him, he shut the door behind them, his hand lingering at her waist a second longer than necessary. “…and you’re not staying out there alone,” he added under his breath, more to himself than to her.

@FierceInTheFall already obvious, but his tone softened anyway. There was a pause—just long enough to feel it. Then he stepped back, giving her space to come in but not letting go of her completely, his grip still firm at her side. “Get in here before you freeze,” he said, quieter now. “But

starter for @CutBornChaos The world was spinning in the best and worst way possible as Aurora stumbled up the familiar front steps, her heels clicking unevenly on the concrete. The black lace top she’d worn earlier clung to her skin, one thin strap slipping down her shoulder,