#is johnny himself

[izzythehutt]

Most complaints about the storytelling decisions regarding the teens in Cobra Kai boil down to not understanding that the younger characters are all supporting their adult counterparts, acting as a foil to or echoing some theme from the original films through their relationships with their OG franchise counterparts. Do they have arcs of their own? Of course. But at the end of the day, Miguel, Robby, Sam and Tory's storylines will all be written to give maximum dramatic payoff for Johnny, Daniel and (to a lesser extent) Kreese's character arcs, because they were the original characters the entire show was built around.

This is why "who deserves to win the final tournament fight?" is so pointless. Ask yourself not whether Robby or Miguel is a "better fighter" who "deserves to win", but how their stories will best serve Johnny's, because I guarantee that's why they made the writing choices they did.

Miguel is an obvious 21st century version of Daniel (to Johnny's Miyagi), with a classic coming of age and underdog sports movie arc. Johnny's vocation in life (a fact frequently repeated by the show itself) is to teach martial arts, and Miguel is his principle protege. Miguel's "big win" being a tournament fight makes sense, as karate itself is a totem for his relationship with Johnny. Robby, meanwhile, functions far more as a parallel to Johnny himself, and his arc has been (thematically) about not becoming the worst version of the man his father became. Since the entire show is built around the idea that Johnny's toxic mentor derailed his sense of self-worth/adult life by physically attacking him after he lost a tournament, Robby losing the final fight and realizing that's okay is not mean or proof that the writers hate him, but in fact...an obvious choice for his character.

I can guarantee that Sam's final arc will be tied to her relationship with her father, and the strength and wisdom he's given her. Tory (through her relationship with Kreese) also functions as a kind of girl reboot Johnny, and one of her core functions on the show is to be proof of Kreese's spark of redeemability. I have no doubt she'll be used for that purpose before the end of the show.

[buttdumplin]

yeah simon is the one to scare people away when they get too close you, using his size and movement to intimidate, simultaneously shielding you behind him

yeah soap is the one barking loud, creating a spectacle and calling people out, and warning them away

yeah kyle is the one humiliating people, mocking offenders until either their own actions dawn on them or they finally recognize the venom in his eyes

but price is the one that launches into swinging. there is no warning, no hesitation. taking a step, even a single word against you, warrants immediate action in his mind. it's no laughing fucking matter. you are a top fucking prize, his prize, the best the world has to offer. john is rabid in his protection, bearing tooth and boot and claw and fist. there’s no point in talking to him or trying to negotiate, an offense is an offense and he won’t meet it halfway. someone looks at you the wrong way? they won't be able to see out of swollen eyes after headbutts them, crushing their nose. someone whispers something nasty about you? good luck even eating with that jaw wired shut. god forbid someone touches you, the other three boys can barely hold him back. john will break countless bones in every way he knows and beat his knuckles bloody if your smile starts to drop. 

[shotmrmiller]

soap taking ghost home to show off his girlfriend except she's not there at the moment so it's cool, they'll just go visit her at work and when soap pops into the cafe around the corner with a grin and starts with "there's me lass," ghost instantly knows who she is even though there's about 6 people behind the counter.

it's clearly the one who's mouth is set in a firm, straight line, leveling johnny with a flat, dull look.

[bluegiragi]

chasing tail.

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[beloveds-embrace]

imagine john catching you making out nasty with one of the boys and they’re trying to pull away, already got an apology on the tip of their tongue.

but you swallow it down into your own mouth, keeping him close by the hook of his pants. and when they finally turn to face john, hes anything but pissed.

he’s aroused.

the way your boy will be so panicked, eyes wide and stumbling over his words as he tries hard to apologize to his captain for touching you, for kissing you all wet and filthy and why aren’t you panicking like he is-

but nope. you are leaning even closer, the soft flesh of your chest pressing against his and your fingers in the hoop of his pants, slowly trailing lower and lower even with john right there.

john who just stares on. john who keeps his calm, and you who giggles against his ear.

“don’t stop now, honey,” you coo, grin wicked as you kiss along his jaw, eyes on john. “my darling husband doesn’t mind. dare I say, he’d been waiting on it.”

[simonbrain]

i need johnny making out with a random girl in front of poor reader because his brain told him that you would finally stop playing hard to get like you've been the past few months and finally claim him as your boyfriend (and hopefully husband in the near future). he thinks you're about to storm over to drag him away so you guys can fuck it out or something, but instead he sees the blood drain from your face before you abruptly turn and leave the room.

cue the girl—who, by the way, is not a girl at all and is actually just his lieutenant—snapping at johnny to go and fix his silly mistake 😔 stupid stupid mohawk man

[inkbybambi]

soap has a piss kink, but not in the way you would think.

he doesn’t want you to piss on him, though he certainly wouldn’t deny the opportunity. more so that he likes watching you pee. he’ll follow you to the bathroom like an obedient puppy, sit at your feet while your panties lay by your ankles. he’ll squish his cheek right up against your knee and spread your legs, gazing lovingly at his favorite part of you. it makes you uncomfortable, at first, trying to press your knees together to hide him from your view. but he's stubborn in the way he's stubborn about how he takes his coffee, in the way he makes you kiss his cheek before he leaves for the day.

so you relent and spread your legs, feel the warm flow of piss as soap’s eyes dilate, watching with rapt fascination. you don’t get it, you mumble to him as he reaches for the toilet paper to wipe you dry. all he does is press a fond kiss to your knee and helps you up, panties snug on your waist when he’s done.

it becomes a habit to go with you to the bathroom when he’s home. when he doesn’t immediately get up to go with you, you’ll wait, hand outstretched. it becomes a comfort, that he’ll be with you no matter what. you miss him when he’s away, the spot on your knee where he would press himself seemingly colder than the rest of your body.

—

you start to take videos for him. you feel a bit silly, a bit dirty in a way that scrapes at your brain unpleasantly, but you’d do anything for him so you take a deep breathe before you start, and then click record. it’s awkward, at first, getting the angle correct. making sure your arm wasn’t in the way, that it wasn’t focused only on the toilet itself.

it took a few tries but when you were finally satisfied with it, the lighting and the volume just right, you send it off to him with trembling fingers, heart rabbiting as you wait for him to reply. you don’t know why you’re so nervous, he was the one that started this.

you didn’t have to wait long, a little heart reaction on your video followed by so many heart emojis, you had to scroll to reach the bottom. you giggle, heat flooding your cheeks at the caps locked praise, absolutely chuffed with his reaction.

as you wait for him to get home, you bite at your nail, suddenly shy about what you’ve done. he’s quick to abate the worries you didn’t even have a chance to voice when he comes in, large paws cradling your face so sweetly, pressing kisses across the bridge of your nose and cheeks, finally melding his mouth with yours to swallow your happy sounds.

“ah love ye so much,” he presses his adoration into your skin, burning like a brand, warm like the sun. “ah don’t know what ah did to deserve ye,” he says, awe laced into each word.

you wrap your arms around his neck to cradle him close, nails scratching affectionately at the nape of his neck. “i love you too,” you whisper into his skin, burying any reservations you may have had left into the confession, feeling like you swallowed a star with how he crushes you back.

—

it’s dark when you wake, the glow-in-the-dark stars faint on the ceiling. you’re not meant to be up this early, and you pout a bit into your pillow when your attempt to fall back asleep doesn’t work. soap’s arm is secure around your waist, an anchor in the black of the room.

“johnny,” you whisper, shaking his arm as you try to wriggle from his grip. you need to pee and you’d rather do it in the bathroom.

“johnny,” you whine, when he doesn’t show any sign of waking up. now that you’ve thought about how badly you need to pee, you can’t stop thinking about it, making it worse.

“ugh!” you huff as you shove his arm off you, almost near rolling out of bed in your attempt to free yourself. you stub your toe on his boot next, and you silently curse him as you hobble to the bathroom, hands along the walls as a guide.

you settle yourself on the toilet, sighing as you wait for the warmth to start. but it doesn’t, and you get even more frustrated because you’re sleepy, your toe hurts, and you just want to crawl back into bed with johnny.

“y’abandoned me,” comes from the doorway, the light flickering on as you startle, a noise between a gasp and a whine caught in your throat — not only by the light, but also the pouting scot that slinks his way to the floor between your legs, cheek nestled on your knee.

"s'too bright," you complain, bowing your head to rest on top of his mohawk, flattened by the pillows. he hums in agreement.

"you didn't need to join me," you say, after a moment's silence, and still unable to go to the bathroom.

"ah missed ye," he speaks mostly into your skin, and you relax back against the seat, cradling his face for comfort. "now go 'n be a good lass 'n pee so we can go back to sleep."

you snort softly, and you finally feel the relief of warmth from between your legs, keeping soap close as you slip back into a gentle sort of sleepy consciousness, content to have him there.

"tha's my girl."

[temeyes]

soap and his hair

[killerpancakeburger]

Imagine not being able to spend Valentine Days with Soap so you send him flowers and chocolates to base. Johnny's over the fucking moon when he finds it in his room with a card from you.

Almost the entire base makes fun of him for it - macho military culture dictates - but he's so ecstatic, he doesn't even notice the unpleasant comments and the judgmental stares. Even when some gets all in his face about it, the sarcasm goes way over his head. How could anyone think you're anything but the best partner ever and that he's elated that he gets to date you? He will brag about it and about you to any soul willing to listen - and even some unwilling.

The Task Force teases him endearingly at first, but after hearing about it for the 16th time today, they start losing it a bit. Text you their complaints. You only reply "LOL wish I was there xoxo". Price has to beg Soap to let the cleaning staff do their fucking job and throw away the bouquet that has been dried and dead for days now.

Johnny's always been the competitive type though, so when you two meet again, he dumps in your arms a bigger bouquet, a bigger box of chocolate and a plushie so huge it barely fits in your arms. That's an outcome you did not anticipated and the TF laughs when they see you struggling to carry it all - sweet revenge from when you ignored their complaints.

"Johnny wtf it's not a competition"

"Life's a competition Bonnie. Need a hand?"

"Yeah"

He picks you up instead of picking up the presents.

"MACTAVISH FOR THE LOVE OF-"

[tazuransi]

first love

[mochii-derogatory]

baby my booddyyyy constantly betrays meeee. poor randy :(

[siriussimon]

just thinking about johnny being jealous and hating when he’s not the center of attention. a scottish man with a mohawk, how could he not be an attention seeker?

sitting at the bar johnny was nursing a glass of whiskey. the boys had been spread across the bar and he got stuck alone and slightly tipsy already. nobody’s come to talk to him yet and that’s brought his mood down significantly. usually he’s gone home by now with a pretty bird wrapped in his arms.

his eyes start scanning the bar looking for his saving grace. if he was getting anything tonight he new exactly where to go.

tha’ fuck?

his eyes had locked on to the big brute chatting up the prettiest thing he’s seen in awhile. she seemed timid, eyes fluttering, her fingers fumbling with her glass as she looked up at this weird fellow with a mask.

johnny downed the rest of his drink before walking towards the two.

“ah was lookin’ for ya, si.” johnny practically purred, pushing his way between the two of you and leaning himself up against the wall. simon gave him a deep hum, eyes squinting, knowing exactly what he wanted. like a dog asking for a bone.

you watched this whole interaction, downing the rest of your drink to ease the tension in your body. they looked pretty close…were they—

“why don’t ya introduce yourself, love?” simon’s gruff voice broke the silence, his eyes looked heavier as they looked at you, it looked like he moved closer to johnny too. what is happening?

“oh, uh, hi..johnny.” you murmured so sweetly, you told him your name, and he gave you a toothy grin in return.

“aren't ye sweet? hud tae see whit's git mah man's attention nicked fae me... Ah kin see why..” his eyes raking down your body, eyes steady on the cleavage peeking from your little top. didn’t help that you had clasped your hands in front of you out of nervous habit, not noticing the way your arms pushed your tits out even further for the filthy bastards in front of you.

“oh my god.. i’m so sorry. i didn’t know!” you frantically apologized, hand coming to rest on his bicep before turning to leave this terribly awkward situation. of course simon was taken, 6’5 bulk of a man, and his boyfriend was just as handsome.

johnnys finger hooked into your loop of your jeans pulling you back agaisnt him. your ass flush against his hips now, arm sprawling across your waist to pull you in incredibly close. you felt your face heat up when you notice simon get in front of the two of you boxing the both of you against the wall, shielding you from the rest of the crowded bar.

“look perfect wrapped up in his arms, birdie.” simon drawled out, fingers grazing along your cheek, pressing his thumb against the bottom of your lip. you felt your knees buckle but luckily johnny was there to hold you still.

you felt so overwhelmed but so fucking good. fuck it. two hot men fawning over you? when will you ever get this opportunity again. suddenly you were turning in johnnys arms, his forehead pressed against yours, hands splayed across the fat of your ass giving it a tight squeeze. a little squeak leaving your lips.

“now give ‘im a kiss. our boy needs us, yeah?” simon whispered agaisnt your ear.

[pippynsworld]

[frxstbyt]

The gang always goes to Pony's track meets to cheer him on, and one time when they went Sodapop dressed up in a cheerleading uniform (he had poms-poms, his hair done up in pigtails, the whole shebang) and was screaming and dancing around in the stands the entire time. (He is threatened to be kicked out multiple times.) All the other track kids are like, "Hey, Curtis, ain't that your brother?" and Ponyboy is SO embarrassed, his face is literally bright red.

[qprpbj]

u ever think about how johnnys body was actively in failure for hours or days, however long it must’ve been, but asked the nurse to write him out a letter to ponyboy AND physically he knew he had to see ponyboy one last time to properly say goodbye to him, both for his and ponyboy’s sake, and as soon as he did his body finally let itself give out. bccccc yeah me too actually

[wombywoo]

SoapGhost doll update: I amuse myself by putting them in various locations around my house. Rest assured, they're being taken care of~