#young john wick

[97keanu]

Please we need more young John wick 😭

Young!John Wick x Ballerina!Reader

Drabble: Jardani shows you the ropes of wrestling secretly while you two are training together with the Ruska Roma. You show him a few things you’ve learned from being brought up as a ballerina, which is that your greatest strength is to look pretty and steal the show. Jardani, however, reminds you that he is a fast learner.

Your breathing comes in harder and harder breathes, and you try to hide it, hide how much this is all taking out of you. You’re not used to this, usually only the boys were taught to fight like this, while you were more used to subtly in frilly white ballet skirts and powdery pink slippers. This was a whole new territory for you, and as your sparing partner lifts you with ease once more, and gently despite his firm grip, pins you to the ground once more.

“You ballerina’s really are soft, huh?” Jardani says with a smirk, his voice quiet and controlled unlike your labored breathing.

His teasing only ignites your will, which, in retrospect, was likely his goal all along.

You say nothing as his face is still so close to yours, in fact, your mind turns to a different approach. If beating him in sheer strength was not your strong point, then you can do what you were taught to do.

You let the breath between the two of you linger, your eyes softening into his. You see Jardani’s dark brown eyes drift, confused as to why you’re so much more relaxed in his arms, why your eyelids are fluttering softly, why your gaze has drifted down to his lips with a look of helplessness and want.

As Jardani begins to lean into you, just as you planned for him to do, you catch him off guard, slipping out of his grasp when he least expects it, and flipping him so you’re straddling his waist now, his hands pinned. He stares up at you with his mouth open to say something, anything that doesn’t incriminate him at the moment.

“Who’s the soft one again?” You say with a grin and watch as he gazes up at you with a mixture of the greatest awe you’ve seen in a man, and an equal amount of annoyance. John says nothing as you stand, holding out a hand for him to bring himself up with.

He has never been the type of man to feel emasculated by such a gesture, so he takes your hand with ease, the rough calluses on his much more apparent than yours. He lets the momentum of being pulled up pull you closer to him, until your skin touches his, forearm against his chest, almost too comfortably fitting there. He looks into your eyes now, as if he has never seen a prettier color in his life, a look you have never really seen from him before. He is usually so tense, so quiet, so stern despite his youth, but now he stands before you as a young man. A young man whose eyes drift to your pretty pink lips, and take you in with a want that was only natural. Without even really thinking, the adrenaline from the sparing clouding your mind, and being so close to Jardani now, where you can see him so closely watching you, you lean into his body.

You watch as a silent grin breaks out from those more than kissable lips of his, and your want of him sours with the taste of your own medicine being thrown back at you.

“You forget that I am a quick learner.” Jardani chirps with that almost punchable grin he gets when he wins.

You give him a light shove, hands firm against his muscular chest, and resisting the urge to think to hard about it, instead trying to give your best angry face at him, but you can’t stay mad. The two of you break out laughing, something only you two can ever share with each other. Something that wasn’t allowed or encouraged by The Director. Something you two can relish in each other just to get through all this.

You continue your sparing lesson with Jardani with a lighter spirit between the two of you.

[rosevette]

THE VIGILANTE . young john wick

❝ is he really the knight in shining armor ?

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ a word from rose : ty for ur req anon ! i kinda followed the whole john wick coming to america w the ruska roma sort of thing , but he encounters user in a subway station.. I really hope you like it !

© ros3cherie 2024 . do not copy !

[tedsbogusworld]

*₊ ° . ☆ JARDANI JOVANOVICH (YOUNG JOHN WICK) BOTS

You are unaware of his lifestyle.

CHARACTER.AI | JANITOR.AI

[johnwickb1tsch]

~ Enigmatic Stranger ~ Part 1 Part 2 WIP

a young!John Wick x fem!Reader dumpster fire😆… by the amazing @sweetwolfcupcake , the incredible @treedaddymcpuffpuff , & this weirdo @johnwickb1tsch

He’s following you. 

You know it’s the only explanation. 

You don’t really think he means you any harm, but…isn’t that how all those creepy stories on DATELINE begin? 

A neatly packed giftbag appears on your doorstep a few days later, containing your notebook and all your favorite pens. No note, but you know. 

He knows where you live.

You can’t call the cops–even if you wanted to. You just know it won’t do any good. 

And…you don’t really want to get him into trouble. You just want…

Well you don’t know what you want, dammit. A properly functioning brain around him, maybe. That would be helpful. 

The next time you’re in your favorite corner cafe, the barista tells you that your usual order has already been paid for. Happy holidays to you! 

Not nearly as thrilled about it as the nice girl was clearly expecting, you look around frantically. You know he’s here somewhere–in the corner? Across the room? That’s when you spot a flash of mocha dark eyes meeting yours from the other side of the window–outside. He gives you a smirk, and a little finger wave. 

Coward. 

You don’t know where you get the courage to march back out to the sidewalk with your fists clenched–maybe because deep down you know by the time you get out there, he’s already gone.

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same order @sweetwolfcupcake @treedaddymcpuffpuff ?? :)))))))

[feinv]

virgin!john wick?

what if…young!john wick x ballerina!reader?

blow job. m!receiving. swallowing?

one might consider you two to be a pretty unlucky couple. two teenagers forced into the underworld life, trapped in ruska roma.

of course the situation was not the greatest, but at least you had each other, even if the time spent together was also limited. boys and girls lived in different dorms, and everyone had a curfew. no funny businesses, no hanging out together. train and sleep, and repeat.

but even that couldn’t stop you. john figured a way to sneak the two of to the small theatre room, in the same building, yes. but with some privacy nevertheless.

both of you were new to the concept of relationships, yet experimenting with different types of kisses whenever you had the opportunity, but the desperation for something more intimate was almost unbearable.

hence, you found yourself messily making out with john in the dusty room, your mouths devouring each other hungrily, not getting enough, especially when you felt how hard he was against your thighs.

“wait. john,” you forced yourself to break the kiss, cheeks flushing at what you wanted to do. “can i try…something?” your fingers lightly traced the bulge in his pants.

he nodded dumbfoundedly, hooded eyes failing to stare back at you when he realized what you were implying, turning into a flustered mess.

you shot him a soft smile before getting down on your knees in front of him, batting your eyes innocently while your hands unbuckled his belt. you got rid of his boxers, his length springing free inches from your face, already so hard and swollen. you were intimated at the new experience, but decided to put those worries aside and just make him feel good.

you looked up at him for one last confirmation before parting your lips around his tip, slowly licking and sucking at first. he leaned his whole body against the wall for support, knees threatening to give up at the new feeling he haven’t had before. was this heaven?

you took him further, as much as you could anyway, wrapping your hands around what you couldn’t take, your hot tongue swirling in different direction, sucking and licking all over his girth.

“fuck- where did you learn this?” he whimpered, trying to contain his moans but you just made him feel so so good.

“asked the girls…some know stuff,” you leaned back for a second to reply, giggling to yourself when his hand quickly connected your mouth back to him.

he was soon a panting mess under your touch, groaning so loud he would totally get you two caught. getting close to his pleasure, he gently wrapped his hands around the back of your neck, guiding your head to bob over and over, tears prickling your eyes as his tip brushed against your throat, your hands on his thighs for support.

with a particular trust, a string of curses left his lips as you felt the presence of a hot liquid in your mouth. collecting what was drooling down your chin with your thumb you looked up at his disheveled state, licking your finger off and humming at the taste.

you two would definitely do that again.

[keanusmoonbeam]

your pov as his non-celebrity girlfriend:

[keanu-reeves64]

Happy Birthday Baby Rio

[iconsfinder]

[loyoyox]

This genre of men >

[mandycore420]

A Sentimental Man (Joel Grey, Wicked OBC)

"Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But, because I knew you, I have been changed for good."

[97keanu]

And what if i was writing an extremely dreamy young jardani … :3c

[howlsofter]

hello ???

[heartshapedcircles]

remembering john wick had been training since he was a kid and started off as an assassin, enjoying the thought of being hunted down by young assassin john wick

and this is what he looked like when he was training/ teen or early 20s

[johnwickb1tsch]

image by treedaddymcpuffpuff 😍😘

~ Enigmatic Stranger ~  Part 1

a young!John Wick x fem!Reader dumpster fire😆… by the amazing @sweetwolfcupcake , the incredible @treedaddymcpuffpuff , & this weirdo @johnwickb1tsch ~ based on a photoset posted by @satlun 😘

Johnwickb1tsch

Imagine...you work somewhere, or like a certain park bench on your break everyday. You see this guy all the time but never really interact with him outside of brief eye contact. He seems shy, or at least just keeps to himself. But one day this quiet, handsome AF man begs you not to be there the next day. You're weirded out, but on a gut feeling you comply. Then you see on the news that some shit went down. Like a politician was killed or some prominent businessman, and you would have been right in the middle of it. He saved you. You know it. You never see the handsome dark man again, until one day...😱

Sweetwolfcupcake

You have thought of him often though, but as months go by, with the general hustle of life, his thoughts fade away, reserved for the leisurely times when you can't help but remember the day he spoke to you.

It's Christmas week and everything seems dreamy---maybe because you are a hopeless romantic by heart, a realist by mind and never a people-person in general. but as you take your coffee and doughnut and make yourself comfortable on a park bench while watching children and adults trying their hands(feet) on ice-skating, you see another person sit on the bench next to yours from the corner of your eyes. It can be anyone, you know that, and usually, you are not the kind to even bother to take a glance. But something in you tells you to.

And there he is, the dark, enigmatic stranger who once haunted your dreams. He looks the same, handsome as ever---a man worth a portrait as he stares off at a distance. Not wanting to seem like a creep, you look away too.

Maybe you should stop reading those stupid romance classics.

Johnwickb1tsch

You're more than a little nervous, understandably. You're not stupid. You've pretty much figured out that this man is involved in some less than legal activities in New York. But his eyes... seem so kind, and so sad.

He doesn't really acknowledge you until he is just about to leave, offering you a small, barely visible curl of lips, before disappearing like a wraith into the crowd. It's like you blink and suddenly he's just gone.

It's not till later you notice there's a little red box with a bow on top on the bench where he was sitting. You know you should just leave it. Walk away, and hope you never see him again. You think this, as you pick it up and peel back the paper.

There's an earring inside. Your earring. You'd lost it, the day he warned you off from your spot in the park, and you never thought you'd see it again. It was something precious to you. Not just a bauble, but a memento of your grandmother, who you'd loved very much.

You know you shouldn't hope to see this man again. But deep down in the darkest corner of your heart, kindles a hope that you do…

sweetwolfcupcake

You see, you never believed that the 'universe works in mysterious ways' or 'the universe has a plan'. No, it's all random events put together into an abyss of nothingness.

You are not the kind to believe in some grand scheme of things. The handsome, brooding stranger who you find yourself thinking of often, will never cross paths with you again. That is what you tell yourself every day, every time you think of him.

Until he does appear in front of you. You see, you have a favourite corner at the local cafe you are a regular of. The peaceful corner, closer to the bookshelf, is a little dark and shadowy and a part of the window is available for you to glance at the busy street every now and then. Idyllic. Not the cottage-core life you find yourself fantasising about, but in this busy city, this is the best you can get, and you're not complaining.

You do not even notice him until you put your little notepad away. Inspiration never gives warning bells, so you prefer to carry a little notepad around and scribble every other nonsense that comes to your mind by looking at...anything. Literally. It was a dustbin once.

You see him three tables away, eyes cast down, focused on his coffee. You can bet it's sugarless. And that somehow makes you smile.

But then you realise that you are probably looking like a creep and look away. Your cheeks are not warm, no, not at all, it's the coffee that's making them warm. You do not feel tiny beads of sweat over your nose or above your lips. No. And your heart DID not pick up.

You let out a slow, calming breath.

What's wrong with you?

johnwickb1tsch

A few days later, you are popping into your favorite used book shop. You turn the corner where the classics are shelved--and there he is, with an old copy of Russian Folktales in hand. You jump, and freeze. He, on the other hand, barely glances up at you, the corner of his mouth slightly curled.

"It's almost like you're following me," he says, still looking at the book.

You realize it's the first time he's spoken to you, since the day he warned you to stay away from the park. You'd dreamt of that voice, but your memory was a paltry shadow, compared to the real thing.

You can't really manage a reply, just standing there like a starstruck fool.

You jump a little again, as he shuts the book. Slowly, he comes to stand before you. You feel frozen, unable to move, except for your neck, which you must crane back to look up at him. He absolutely towers over you.

You should be afraid...but you like that.

His dark eyes glance at something above both of your heads, his hint of a smile widening to a smirk. You follow his gaze, and realize...it's mistletoe.

The fiery flush of your embarrassment washes through you like a boiling hot tsunami. Vaguely you are aware of a squeak escaping your mouth, before you turn tail and run, the sound of his deep chuckling trailing after you.

sweetwolfcupcake

The counter has three people waiting to be checked out. It won't take long, you think and stand in the queue. You have been eying this one book for so long, and you won't let this handsome stranger with haunting eyes, dark chocolate voice and silk hair make you miss your chance to have the book. You assume he was just teasing you and now he has busied himself with his little Russian folktales.

Your relief, however, is short-lived when you feel the warmth of another body behind you.

It can be anyone...

You tell yourself, yet, are unable to gather the courage to turn around. Your cheeks are still warm and your heart feels like it's going to take the leap of faith and leave you to die. Something in you knows that it's him behind you, and the silence only makes you more tense.

"I was only teasing."

That delicious voice again. You do not turn around but you can envision his little smirk.

"I know."

The truth is, you did not know that he was joking. And you won't have been surprised if he wasn't. Every time you have crossed paths with him, you have stared at him like a creep perhaps. The silence feels awkward but it's your turn to check out so you try to rush through. You are too embarrassed by this whole encounter to stay and strike up a conversation, and a fucking coward to give him the biting reply sitting on the tip of your tongue. Yes, that's why you prefer books maybe.

Maybe you need to go on a real date or something to stop thinking about this man who seems to bump into you every now and then because there is no way in hell you have a chance with him, or you are risking it. You are no fool. you know there is something off about him, and you do not wish to dig deeper. So you take your book, thank the cashier and hurry towards the exit.

treedaddymcpuffpuff

You’re not scared of him because of his shady nature, although you probably should be. The blood speckles on his white shirt-that you’re pretty sure are not his own, the flash of a gun holster you see on his belt, his huge, calloused hands with knuckles that have no doubt seen brutality and violence, the bruises even sometimes blooming fresh. 

No, you’re not scared of him for any of that. You’re scared of the way you can’t help but want to bury your head in his warm leather jacket and inhale his laundry soap, scared of his little dark grins of sin and his kind, puppy dog eyes that could melt concrete. You’re scared of how badly you’re drawn to this man.

And it only gets worse when, one day, you slip on some ice, all your art supplies scattering to the ground in slow motion, and he materializes out of thin air to catch you before you can hit the ground and join your prized sketchbook. 

“It’s okay, I got you…I got it,” he assures, holding your dry sketchbook up in the air with the hand not holding your waist. He caught the both of you like it was nothing, and your whole body fills with a warm thrill entirely against your will. What a fucking man. That’s your first thought. 

Your second, as you turn and run from him again, is absolutely not. 

You don’t notice you’ve left all your writing utensils behind.

TBC…

[feinv]

what do you think john wick would be like at the clubbbb ? oo i’m also curious how you think young! jardani (my beloved) would be. i’m sure even if he’s there as a body guard he couldn’t resist having an okay time

much love and hope you are doing well

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young!jw and older!jw lil headcanons.

young!john wick in comparison with older john is way more reckless and experimental.

࿔ he has a goal to try every popular drinks and cocktails, so that’s precisely what he would be doing every time he was at the club. (that’s also how he found out he was a fan of bourbon)

࿔ surely he wouldn’t try the whole menu in one night. 2-3 drinks during each, not enough to get blackout drunk, but enough to make him pleasantly lightheaded, his consciousness still in tact to do it’s job.

࿔ i think young john was less anxious and more social, especially being surrounded by the same people in ruska roma, he wanted to meet others, to engage in conversations and make some new friends, even if he would never see them again.

࿔ it’s also quite possible that he would be making out with someone by the end of the night. i still stand by the fact that he is demisexual, meaning he definitely wouldn’t have one night stands every time he went to the club, perhaps he had one or two, which was precisely how he realized he needs emotional connection involved for any sexual activities. but other than that he wouldn’t have the time either. he was there for the training, he couldn’t afford completely loosing himself in the temporary freedom.

older!john wick is a completely different story.

࿔ he is there for a job and job only, there isn’t anything not work related that could possibly distract him. he earned the title “man of focus” for a reason.

࿔ if he has to do a little waiting or stalking, he would head to the bar and get a glass of bourbon in solitude, his eyes cautiously scanning his surroundings for the target.

࿔ even if his acquaintances from the underworld happen to be in the same club and decide to join him, the conversation would just end in five minutes with john’s yeah’s and head nods.

࿔ i don’t see him as the type to go to the club for a night out. his idea of fun would rather be in a quite and cozy lounge bar or a restaurant with his partner. ideally, he would much rather prefer to just stay in, in the comfort of his mansion where he feels the most safe and can actually relax.

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