bon voyage

stupid things have good outcomes all the time 🌊

[perfectpankow-deactivated202507]

[jayjxmaybank]

JJ tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his side, knocking the breath out of him. He let out a rough cough, wincing as the couch did nothing to help. One arm clutched his ribs while his head thudded back down with a quiet groan. He cracked one eye open, spotting Kie hovering. Tried to flash a grin — didn’t quite land. “Still breathing, right?” He paused, coughed again, winced. “…I think.” His hand pressed harder against his side. “Might be missing a piece or two. Who’s counting?”

[bankslov]

" hey no, stop don't move." she says as she sits down beside him. " we gotta figure out how to get you out of here and get you help. i'm not gonna be able to carry you though." she sighs as she looks at him, knowing he's hurting and all she wanted to do was take it all away. " you're still breaking but you're so banged up j. you and your reckless stunts."

[jayjxmaybank]

oh yeah, she’s definitely not happy with him right now. he can tell by her voice — that serious edge she only gets when she’s actually pissed or actually scared. and judging by the way she’s hovering, it’s probably both. he wouldn’t say she was full-on mad at him... okay, maybe a little. but it felt more like she was worried. and if she’s worried? shit. that probably means he should be too.

the thing was, he didn’t wanna move. cause if he did, the adrenaline might wear off and then he’d know if something was, like, broken or..gone. right now, everything just kinda… buzzed. he tried to play it off — crack a dumb line, smile like it didn’t hurt to breathe. classic jj move. but the look she gave him? yeah, that wasn’t working. alright, alright — tone it down. he felt like a dog who just knocked over a vase and knew he was about to get the look.

“right,” he muttered, giving a slow nod, finally clocking how wrecked he probably looked. “i’m good. i’m good, okay? just—maybe check if there’s, like, anything major goin’ on before i try to walk and eat dirt again.”

[jayjxmaybank]

jj’s flat on his back in the brush below the bridge, every breath coming in short, sharp bursts. his side is on fire — probably cracked something, definitely bruised more. his vision’s a little blurry, but he’s conscious. that’s gotta count for something. the bike didn’t make it, and honestly, he’s not sure how he did either. he hears her voice faintly, echoing from above — panicked, cracking. he coughs — sharp, ugly — and winces, biting down a groan. “down here,” he croaks, voice rough but loud enough. “just… y’know. testing gravity. still works.” he blinks up at the sky, then winces as another wave of pain hits. his voice drops a little, but he keeps the edge — trying to hold the mask in place.

[bankslov]

she hears his voice and she feels herself be able to finally be able to breathe. she follows his voice before she finally spots him, running to where he is. " jj.. " she calls out before leaning down to him, looking over at him. " you scared the hell out of me.."

[jayjxmaybank]

JJ tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his side, knocking the breath out of him. He let out a rough cough, wincing as the couch did nothing to help. One arm clutched his ribs while his head thudded back down with a quiet groan. He cracked one eye open, spotting Kie hovering. Tried to flash a grin — didn’t quite land. “Still breathing, right?” He paused, coughed again, winced. “…I think.” His hand pressed harder against his side. “Might be missing a piece or two. Who’s counting?”

[obxocmuses]

Willow had gone to the Maybank residence first, although she didn't know why. There was nothing for him there anymore. Her next stop was the chateau, and sure enough. That's where she found him. He was sleeping on the couch outside. He looked peaceful, and it pained her to wake him, but she had an urgent predicament in which she hoped he could be of assistance. The raven-haired girl knelt beside him, a soft smile creeping over her features as she heard his light snores. Cute. Adorable. "Jayj..." she whispered, as she tentatively put her hand on his back, in an attempt to stir him awake. "You asleep? I need you," she muttered with desperation in her voice.

@jayjxmaybank

[jayjxmaybank]

JJ shifted under her touch, his brow twitching before his eyes blinked open slowly. It took him a second to focus — then he saw her. Willow. Close. Too quiet to be casual.He didn’t sit up right away. His voice groggy and low. “Willow?” He asked, one eye open with blurry vision and the other pinched closed.

He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing slightly as he read her face. “You good? Wait..how’d you—“ he looked over to the door. Didn’t matter. Probably didn’t get locked last night. He sat up finally, raking a hand through his hair as he looked around, like shaking off sleep could help him catch up to whatever this was. “What‘a up?” He ran his hand down his face in attempt to wake himself up.

[jayjxmaybank]

“Attack Kie,” he muttered under his breath, looking away with that half-smirk tugging at his lips. He let out a quiet chuckle to himself. Then there she was, cursing up a storm like a damn sailor, and god, he loved when she got like that. “Yeah,” he nodded once, real slow.

He wasn’t shocked she was this fired up about his dad—but he was used to his own old man being a piece of work. That part wasn’t new. But damn, he hated her folks. They were all kinds of wrong as parents. Dragging her off to some “girl camp” like she was broken or crazy, then her mom straight-up throwing her clothes out in the yard, like she didn’t even exist. Their crazy-ass need to control her every damn move.

There was a whole damn list of reasons why he couldn’t stand them, and honestly? He could rant about it all day. “Y’know,” he began. “I’ve never liked your mom,” he said like it was too easy. “Your dad, well—that’s like…a known fact. But your mom,” he shook his head as if the thought itself made him cringe. “She’s a whole different level of crazy.”

[unitcd]

"We got a shit hand, didn't we?" JJ's was worse by far, but she's convinced that her parents actually hate her. It was the flashbacks that she had in her nightmares over the guys that kidnapped her to drag her away to Kitty Hawk. Her parents let it happen, watched it and did nothing. . . Kie couldn't forgive and forget.

"I used to think that she was just upset because I didn't want to be her princess." Kie states. "But now, I just don't think she ever loved me in the first place. I was never like her." She had never wanted to be fake and kiss all of the kook's asses. For what? "She is, she likes to pretend that she didn't do what she did when she was our age. How her parents hated who she ended up. I think it's a generational thing, but what's bad about my dad? He was a pogue. He knows what it's like, so he's just fake. It's so obnoxious."

[jayjxmaybank]

JJ liked to joke that maybe he pissed off the universe in a past life — stole from a nun or kicked a puppy or something — and that’s why he got stuck with the hand he was dealt. Fine. He could live with that. But Kie? Nah. That one never made sense to him. He couldn’t wrap his head around how someone like her ended up with parents like that. They made her out like she was some screw-up — rebellious, difficult, whatever label made it easier to ignore the fact that they just didn’t get her. And it pissed him off. ‘Cause he knew her. Knew her heart, knew how damn hard she tried — even when they didn’t deserve it.

He could’ve lied, said the usual bullshit: "Your mom loves you, Kie." But what was the point? Love didn’t look like what her mom did. That wasn’t love — that was control, and guilt, and every wrong kind of silence. “I dunno, Kie,” he muttered finally, rubbing his thumb along the seam of his cargo shorts. He wished he had something better to say. Wished he was good at this shit. But when stuff hit the fan in his own life, he just shoved it down deep and pretended it didn’t exist. That worked for him. Mostly. But Kie didn’t operate like that — she felt things, carried ‘em around until they got too heavy.

“You ain’t nothin’ like them,” he said, quieter now. “And I think… I think they hate that. ‘Cause you make ‘em feel small.” He let out a breath and dropped into the seat next to her, slouching back like he owned the place. Legs kicked up on the coffee table, hands laced behind his head.

“They’re always goin’ on about how they don’t want you turnin’ out like them,” he scoffed. “But I’d bet good money your mom was ten times more messed up than you ever were when she was your age. Difference is, you’re actually tryna be better.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, the grin fading. “That scares the hell outta people like that.”

[jayjxmaybank]

JJ blinked, the smirk fading just a little as he looked at her — like really looked at her.

There was fire in her voice, no hesitation, and it hit him in a place he didn’t usually let people near. His knee bounced once, fingers twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Damn, Kie,” he said, voice softer now, somewhere between surprised and… moved. “Didn’t know I had my own personal attack dog.” He tried to grin, tried to keep it light, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Who needs a bear when I got you, huh?”

[unitcd]

Luke Maybank is one of the people she loathes the most on the entire planet, so there's absolutely zero hesitation when she says what she says. "Mhm." She nods her head and shrugs her shoulders.

"I prefer attack Kie, but yeah." She laughs quietly. "I'm serious, Jayj. Fuck him, and my parents." Apparently the only person who had parents who actually loved them was Pope. Color Kie jealous. . .

[jayjxmaybank]

“Attack Kie,” he muttered under his breath, looking away with that half-smirk tugging at his lips. He let out a quiet chuckle to himself. Then there she was, cursing up a storm like a damn sailor, and god, he loved when she got like that. “Yeah,” he nodded once, real slow.

He wasn’t shocked she was this fired up about his dad—but he was used to his own old man being a piece of work. That part wasn’t new. But damn, he hated her folks. They were all kinds of wrong as parents. Dragging her off to some “girl camp” like she was broken or crazy, then her mom straight-up throwing her clothes out in the yard, like she didn’t even exist. Their crazy-ass need to control her every damn move.

There was a whole damn list of reasons why he couldn’t stand them, and honestly? He could rant about it all day. “Y’know,” he began. “I’ve never liked your mom,” he said like it was too easy. “Your dad, well—that’s like…a known fact. But your mom,” he shook his head as if the thought itself made him cringe. “She’s a whole different level of crazy.”

[jayjxmaybank]

“Okay, fair,” JJ lets out a low chuckle, wiping a bit of dirt off his knee as he looks over at her with a half-smirk. “I mean, a bear’ll maul you, sure. But at least it doesn’t bring up every mistake you’ve made since age six while it’s doing it.”

“And hey, if the bear kills you, it’s quick. Your parents? That’s death by a thousand passive-aggressive comments.” Then, quieter — almost an afterthought: “Honestly? I’d probably hold the door open for the bear.”

[unitcd]

"Oh, I'm praying that it would." At least then she wouldn't have to hear the crap that her parents spew about every damn thing and everyone she loves. "Exactly. So, bear it is."

"Instead of that asshole Luke? Yeah, well, I'd claw his eyes out before he could even lay another hand on you, JJ. . ." And she's not exaggerating, if she had the chance? She would do it in a heartbeat.

[jayjxmaybank]

JJ blinked, the smirk fading just a little as he looked at her — like really looked at her.

There was fire in her voice, no hesitation, and it hit him in a place he didn’t usually let people near. His knee bounced once, fingers twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Damn, Kie,” he said, voice softer now, somewhere between surprised and… moved. “Didn’t know I had my own personal attack dog.” He tried to grin, tried to keep it light, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Who needs a bear when I got you, huh?”

[unitcd]

@jayjxmaybank liked for kie.

"You're acting like you haven't asked me this question before. Of course I'd rather be stuck in a room with a bear over my parents. . . At least a bear can't talk shit."

[jayjxmaybank]

“Okay, fair,” JJ lets out a low chuckle, wiping a bit of dirt off his knee as he looks over at her with a half-smirk. “I mean, a bear’ll maul you, sure. But at least it doesn’t bring up every mistake you’ve made since age six while it’s doing it.”

“And hey, if the bear kills you, it’s quick. Your parents? That’s death by a thousand passive-aggressive comments.” Then, quieter — almost an afterthought: “Honestly? I’d probably hold the door open for the bear.”

[perfectpankow-deactivated202507]

[bankslov]

based on ( x )

she's looked around everywhere, she sees the smashed bike but she doesn't see jj anywhere in sight. she feels her heart dropping as she doesn't see him and of course she feels like it's the absolute worst news cause she feels she should see him by now. " jj, where are you?" she calls out, running her hands through her hair. @jayjxmaybank

[jayjxmaybank]

jj’s flat on his back in the brush below the bridge, every breath coming in short, sharp bursts. his side is on fire — probably cracked something, definitely bruised more. his vision’s a little blurry, but he’s conscious. that’s gotta count for something. the bike didn’t make it, and honestly, he’s not sure how he did either. he hears her voice faintly, echoing from above — panicked, cracking. he coughs — sharp, ugly — and winces, biting down a groan. “down here,” he croaks, voice rough but loud enough. “just… y’know. testing gravity. still works.” he blinks up at the sky, then winces as another wave of pain hits. his voice drops a little, but he keeps the edge — trying to hold the mask in place.

[narcobarbies]

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[perfectpankow-deactivated202507]

[jayjxmaybank]

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[jayjxmaybank]

who accidentally forgot their log in and password for three months? … whoops 😅 anyways i was able to recover this account thanks to tumblr fr anyways IM BACK!! i’ve missed you all and i’ve missed jj so much. 🤍

[jayjxmaybank]

i’ve been pretty mia on my threads due to not having a laptop atm and writing mobile for my threads makes me very irritable sometimes (idk why it just does) but if any of my lovelies wanna rp in the dms i’m totally down for that! and tbh i’ll probably reply quicker in my dms. just lmk 🤍 this goes for my rafe account too

[jayjxmaybank]

i’ll be able to be on this weekend to reply to my drafts cause i’ll have free time. life is kicking my ass rn. i just wanna write 😭 but i also don’t have my laptop but i should have it this weekend