Who Are Your Favourite Cobra Kai And Ahs Characters?

who are your favourite cobra kai and ahs characters? <3

for cobra kai, johnny and amanda (mainly) but also all the boys i write for

for ahs i’d have to say any character taissa plays, tate, micheal, and misty (i love this show sm it’s hard to pick)

thank you for asking, how about you? :)

oh dear peter. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which reader is a mermaid and louis is a foolish boy called “peter pan”

warning/s 🚫: swearing, my lack of mermaid knowledge, a short-short little story with no romance

slater’s note 🗯: i’ve been listening to pirate/mermaid inspired playlists on youtube and i wanted to make a peter pan story so here you go

“you never visit me anymore, peter.”

you gazed up at the young boy who was laid down against the tall rocks from above, his bare back pressed against burning stones while his arms were shoved behind his head.

“a boy has so much to do on this island, y/n,” he didn’t look down to you, “i got things to do and only have so much time for play.”

you rolled your eyes, dramatically flopping down against the rock you were propped up on.

all he did was play and tease the foolish pirate that was floated out all the way on the other side of the island. never work, and even if there was any, he would make his little lost boys do it for him.

“peter,” you whined, rolling onto your side, “you used to have all the time in the world for me... now all you do is fool with that silly pirate with a hook for hand.”

he stayed silent and you almost wondered if he heard you. you assumed he was only ignoring you. peter could never really ever deal with confrontation and either decided to ignore it or tell a silly story.

“i went to neverpeak mountain with a quart of pixie dust the other day and you’ll never guess what i saw here near the lagoon,” he was going with the silly story, a smile running up on his face as his back arched a little, “millions of neverbirds swooping around and picking down on something and you’ll never guess what it was.”

“what, peter pan?” you hummed, your lips pressed into a thin line as you begun to slowly play into his amusement.

“it was a pirate!” he called in a loudness as if rejoicing, his arms swooping up in the air, “they were eating him away, can you believe it, y/n? i wonder how he got all the way out here...”

he voice drew out slowly and lowly as he begun to wonder again like the first time he spotted the bloody and highly unusual boned man that was flat against a rock.

peter could still remember the loud but light and distant screams the resonated throughout the cove. it made him curious as he squinted before flying towards the messy scene.

“i remember that,” you mumbled, “nixie was the one who lured the man out.”

“she’s crazy for it,” he shook his head, tsking before he sat up properly, “but all you fish do silly things when you get lonely.”

you swung yourself up quickly, scowling up at him but he paid no attention to you, a plain smile on his face as he watched the sun begin to set.

“i’ve got to go little fin,” he stood crossing his arms before looking down to you, “i’ll see you when the sun reaches east and the cove begins to sink... maybe i’ll bring a lost boy or two.”

he nodded in fulfillment before flying off into the purple sky. you watched before shaking your head, you knew he was lying, you knew it, he knew it. he wouldn’t be back for at least a couple of months, or however long that was in neverland time, but he wouldn’t be back for awhile.

and when he did, it wouldn’t be for long, but he’d be there and maybe that time he’d kiss you like the first time you met his pretty boyish face.

“goddamn fairy boy.”

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with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader

summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past

warning/s 🚫: “angst”

slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)

sleep was hard to come by now a days.

the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.

he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.

he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.

when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.

the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.

it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.

and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.

“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”

everytime he saw you, it always rained.

literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.

“looks so soft and...”

“...calming.”

he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.

“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.

like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.

“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.

relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.

“please, never leave me.”

he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.

his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.

and then it rained.

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save me, poor boy. jack marrowbone x reader

summary 📣: in which reader is in danger and jack is the only one who thinks he can save her, but she might not be the one who needs to be saved

warnings 🚫: swearing, violence

slater’s note 🗯: i adore jack marrowbone

jack had never seen your cheeks so pale, yet so flush with a rosy redness high in your cheekbones. he pressed the back of his hand against your cheeks, allowing the coldness to seep deep into his own skin.

he looked back up from your frail body, eyes analyzing the atmosphere of green and blue melting together into cold air.

if only you had waited for him, and if only you had never even made a visit to him that day in the first place.

somewhere in the woods, his father was roaming around, waiting for him, waiting to kill him.

“jack, please, let us help you,” jane tried to force her way through the attic door, slamming her fists against the wooden door as did billy and sam.

jack forced their voices from his head as he marched back down the stairs, holding the case of money tightly in his hand.

he was ready, he knew what he had to do. and he wasn’t afraid, he couldn’t be.

stepping outside, he searched for the figure of the man, his father. his eyes rapidly grazed the field that was laid out before, looking, but finding nothing.

it gave him even more anxiety than before, he couldn’t find the man, he couldn’t find the murder and it was then realization struck him.

you.

right before he locked his siblings into the attic he heard your voice, he saw your figure hoping out of your car, a smile on your face as you made your way into the house.

you knew just as well as he did who his father was. you knew what he did, and what he would do if he ever found the marrowbone family, especially jack.

that’s why you took matter into your own hands, staring back at the man in the other side of the field with your own gun in hand.

“go away!”

he didn’t say anything in return, only stared back silently with a sick smile on the center of his face.

“i know who you are! i know what you’ve done!”

your mouth got you in trouble.

and following that man into the woods with out real knowledge of what he could do to you once alone, got you in real trouble, real danger.

“oh y/n, what did you do now,” he whispered lowly, pressing his knuckles against his chapped lips. he could see a bruise forming along your hairline, seeming to be the reason why you were out, hit by the butt of a gun.

“brave, but a fool. just like you.”

jack quickly flipped around, his hands tightly clasping the metal box full of cash, “don’t touch her... don’t hurt her anymore, this is between me and you.”

he stayed silent, sitting down on a low rock, raising his brows as if questioning what jack was saying is true.

“here, take the money,” jack handed the metal box off to his father who took it, still listening and seeming strangely understanding with calming eyes and facial structure.

he didn’t seem disturb at all, and that’s what scared jack.

“it’s yours, it’s what you came for, now go. you have no reason to be near the house, nor them. it was me who ratted you out and took your money. not them,” jack was breathless, on edge as to what the man would do, “take the money and leave us alone.”

the man stood up calmly, edging onto his feet causing the uneasiness in jack’s stomach to plummet in increase. once the man seemed to be content with his stance and thoughts, he rose the metal box, slamming it across jack’s face, sending the poor boy the ground.

your head throbbed with an extraordinary pain you had never felt before. you groaned feeling nothing and yet everything at once.

your fingers felt numb and you forced them up from the ground, mindlessly reaching for the stem of pain where is was all resonating from. you held your eyes tightly shut while rolling on your back. nothing felt good, and you felt like you were going to hurl.

following the marrowbone’s father in the woods wasn’t the greatest idea, and you almost forgot that was the reason you had ended up where you were. you were a fool and blinded by the idea of love, not wanting the man to do any more damage then he had already done.

once you fully came to your senses, eye lids open and body hunched on it’s side as your fingers laced into the grass, ready to push yourself to your feet, your ears filled with groans.

“jack...” your voice was barely above a whispered as your back arch, rolling further onto your side and onto your knees, eyes meeting two figures, one hunched over the other, choking and beating the struggling body beneath them.

your body felt woozy as you tipped back and forth on your feet, trying to catch balance as you stumbled over to the shotgun you had carried out in the full green woods, hoping to kill a monster... but failed.

you still had hope as your fingers tighten around the metal mouth of the gun, bringing it behind your shoulders before swinging it, the whole wooden butt hitting roughly against the soft skull of the father of your lover.

he hit the floor with a thud, his back pressed into the green carpet as he tried to catch his mind, realizing what was happening. and it was then you yourself realized the hole that was damaging the man’s throat. blood oozing from the gaping, rather large whole.

you clenched your jaw as the sounds of his choking from the large amounts of blood that filled his mouth reached your ears.

“do it, y/n, do it.”

you had never killed a person before, but your mind told you it’d be okay, just this once it’d be fine, that you had to do it.

you pulled back the back, placing your finger on the trigger before pushing against it, pushing past the wall in your heart that always compelled you to do the right thing. your mind told you this was an exception.

the bullet put another hole through his head, laying the man to rest, sending him to hell.

your fingers felt cold and the gun dropped from your hands as realization seemed to have hit you through all parts of your body, sending you into a spiral of shock.

your stumbled before landing into his arms, his own cold hands reaching for yours as he turned you to face him. and it was something that you needed as he seemed to have nodded in approval, knowing there was no other way, that he deserved it.

jack held you closely, his arms wrapping around you tightly, hands no longer with yours but gripping around your shoulders, tightly, as if making sure you were right there, right in his arms, safe.

and he closed his eyes tightly, listening to the quickness of both your heartbeats, wishing to god that you’d always be there, always.

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hi again! sorry - i didn't see that you answered my ask but it won't let me reply and i don't want to just ignore you haha. my favourite ck characters are miguel and johnny and i've only just started ahs so i don't have any favourites yet but so far i like tate! (and violet but mainly because taissa's pretty 🤷‍♀️)

i love taissa 😭 but yeah you’re in for a whirlwind and i hope you’re liking ahs :) also i love johnny and miguel sm and their relationship, i adore them.

part 3 of high school rivals plsss🥲☺️💕

i’ll post soon i swear 😭😩