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I Don’t Need To Speak To Kick Your Ass

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Originally posted by peter-pan-imagines-yo

Tittle: I Don’t Need To Speak To Kick Your  Ass

Pairing: None

Requested: Yes

Warning: It’s Peter Pan we have swearing, we have violence, the whole nine yards

Rating: PG

A/N: So I didn’t make them end up together because it doesn’t always work that way. You don’t always get to be a dick and get the girl.

    I curled up in my bed, watching as my younger brother moved to the window, peering out at the busy London street below. I smiled, watching as his face fell soft, innocence finally washing over his 6 year features, the golden glow of the lamp post reflecting in his eyes. As he gazed out the window, he spoke to me, just the little ramblings of 6 year old boy, but they were comforting none the less. He was the only one who actually spoke to me without the intent to get me to speak back, even at 6 he understood what many people didn’t. It’s not that I didn’t want to speak, it’s that I can’t. 

   I wasn’t always like this, when I was younger I could never shut up, then I saw my best friend killed by her father and narrowly avoided being murdered myself. It scared me so badly that I was literally scared speechless. I have seen hundreds of doctors, therapists and countless other people who claimed they could help. Even after all of them explained to my parents I couldn’t speak because I couldn’t deal with what had happened, my parents were determined I would speak again and began beating me to make me. Of course that only made things worse.

   “Hey Y/n did you know shadows could fly. I mean really fly, like one is making it’s way towards us.” Carter called out, his words causing me to jump from my bed and run towards him. I reached him just in time for a black figure to reach through the window and grab me. I let out a scream, struggling to stop the thing from pulling me out the window. Carter reached for me, calling out for our parents.

   “Someone is taking Y/n!” Carter screamed, clinging to my hand all the tighter as he slammed against the window. I stared at him with wide eyes before I shook my hand from his, not wanting to risk him falling out after me. “You bring my sister back! Help! Y/n!”

   It felt likes hours before the thing dropped me onto an island, before flying off. I grunted, sitting down and crossing my legs and looked around, trying to figure out my next move. I can’t going running off because of it anything happens I can’t speak to defend myself or scream. So instead I stayed sitting, trying hard to figure out what was going on.

   “You are not a boy.” A voice said behind me, clearly shocked at the fact that I was, in fact, a person with boobs. I turned to look at him, biting my lip as I caught sight of the bright green eyes staring back at me. His feathery blonde hair fanning across his forehead. I smiled, shaking my head at him and then glancing down at my chest to prove that I was a girl. “What cat got your tongue?”

   I shook my head again, frowning as I tried to figure out how to tell him I was mute. “Say something or are you stupid? Ohh wait are you too stupid to talk? A mute maybe.” The boy chuckled, frowning when I jumped up and ran at him, slamming my fist into his nose. He staggered backwards, cursing as his hand flew to his face, growling when he saw the blood covering his hand. “Well well you are a little scraper. I like you, feel free to stay. We can figure out this whole lack of talking thing later. Come, time to meet my lost boys.”


Let her take you down. Let her take you in her mouth
The moonlight reflecting in her eyes
The moonlight is shining off her cold, sharp claws

Saturday Night Decisions

Sitting on the barstool

Semi-invisible man
drawn in semi-permanent ink
that fades to gray in direct light
hearing the muffled shuffle of talk
that bounces over and around but not to
the ears that aren’t really listening
to any actual sound anyways,

I am a caricature
Watching a stereotype

The Outsider

Observing the Lonely Man

I watch him watching me
with surreptitiously curious eyes

His reflection hovering
between the doppelgängers
of gin bottles camped on the back bar
reflected in a streaked and mottled mirror

He looks lost
or perhaps rather more
like someone who has lost
something that feels very important
but which eludes the mind,
We are both out of place,
I because I always am
and he because this here now
fits the lines of his face quite poorly
so I get a glimpse from forty years gone
when he was this same person before,
Before he thought he would never be
that person in a place like this again,

There is quiet sorrow
in soulful eyes looking
at another oddity in the mix
and I can tell he wants to approach
but doesn’t know how

He wants to talk to me
so I want to talk to him
but I’m a fragile machine
damaged and dragging
too much weight
with far too much effort,
But I am the Witness,
The Observer,
I need to know all I can
from every source
and every voice,
He looks kind and confused,
Sad yet gentle,
My judgement is good
but the impulses of my empathy
make me vulnerable

I watch him watching me

We are the only two that nobody sees

He will not make the move

I weigh the risks and rewards
as carefully as any bit player
preparing for their brief moment
upon the stage,
unclear as to my motivations
but so accustomed to mishap
there seems nothing to lose

I count my cards

My hand is weak

I get up unnoticed by all but one
and take a seat next to him
and let whatever’s next begin

Spring Imagine: Hwiyoung


- It’s breezy but pretty warm near you

- The sun is shining brightly

- Hwiyoung decides to invite you for a little bike ride around town

- You agree on finishing homework together before going

- You enjoy eating fruit and candy while trying to finish schoolwork

- With Hwiyoung’s help you’re out the door faster than you imagined

- “See, told you I’m pretty good at Government”

- “Whatever, Hwi”

- You and him meet up at the park nearby with your bikes

- His is a bright white bike that the sun reflects off hurting your eyes a little

- Kids are running around as you make your way through the park path towards downtown

- It’s busy of course and the constant sound of cars honking is somewhat just background noise to you

- “Isn’t this way better than going to the amusement park?”

- “No”

- Hwiyoung feels confident in guiding you around the buildings and forests and you laugh at how happy he seems

- Hwiyoung almost falling flat on his face when he tries to ride down the hill with no hands

- But you succeed in doing so

- Him getting a little frustrated but brightens up when you offer to buy the two of you icecream

- A great way to spend your Sunday afternoon

- And a great person to spend it with

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.