#john wick ship

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Henloo is me! :3

Do you have any suggestions for something like hurt/comfort with Santino and John? Santino being the one needing care/comfort from John. Like how do they act towards each other?

Hiiiiii! c:

Santino would bring out John’s tenderness to the maximum amount. He’s more needy than Helen but less annoying than Vincent, so John has no real limitations in terms of how sweet he can be with Santino.

He’s going to spoil him in every way possible. The only time he’ll say no to anything is for Santino’s own safety.

They’ve been friends for a long time even before dating, so John knows all of Santino’s mannerisms and can tell when something is wrong just by looking at him. They have little ways of signaling to each other across a room.

Your ABO fic is spot on. John has alpha vibes with Santino. Wants to crush him in his arms in the tightest hug. Swaddles him in blankets. Growls at people who hurt him.

Sometimes John is a bit of a himbo in the way that he helps Santino. Like he just picks the most straightforward solution, even if it’s a little stupid. Santino’s tired after walking a long way? Pick him up and carry him around.

Santino is not at all too proud to admit that he wants John’s help. He openly begs.

Santino craves a lot of physical affection and cuddling.

They actually have decent communication skills and are pretty non-toxic as a couple. John will actively ask what’s wrong and how he can help, and Santino will explain clearly what he needs.

So with all of that in mind, they’re basically glued to each other at all times if Santino’s going through anything difficult. Lots of PDA, or just staying in bed and cuddling and letting Santino have a whole day to be pampered and recover.

[wikitpowers]

ty is rewatching bbc sherlock with kit as we speak mark my words

[kavalyera]

imagine being john and your wife is deceased and everyday you are painfully reminded by everyone of what you have lost. from people and from the environment. you can’t look at sunlight without thinking of her, you can’t look at muscle cars without thinking of her, you can’t think about bell chimes without thinking of her, you can’t look at beaches and seas without thinking of her, you can’t look at dogs or puppies without thinking of her, you can’t think about peace without thinking of her—and that’s fundamentally why john is such a tragic character to me and it’s something almost everyone who thinks of these movies as nothing more as action galore manages to miss out on. he is haunted by helen in every movie and in every movie john has a scene where helen, though not present, makes herself be known. every single movie, every single action that he makes, most if not all of them, there’s helen haunting his head. hell, she’s even haunting the narrative—the out of canon lighting even. she haunts the very script. she is the foundation of the entire series.

[bethrnoora]

john wick toxic yuri that i am the sole audience for. hello

[hannahhook7744]

Senior Ball Outfits For Julieanna Foulfellow x Pin please ?

[wickblr]

I head canon that John Wick is demisexual. He doesn’t fall in love or is sexually attracted to anyone easily, he has to fall in love with them platonically first. This is what he did with Helen!

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[marquisedegramont]

👥 for helen and john

MISSIONARY TO THE MAX!!!!!!! just so helen and john can have sloppy, sweaty, sticky missionary sex face to face while helen is praising john for his good work <33333333 (ackk subtop john and dombot helen is so real in my mind)

[ spicy asks ]

[bluelolblue]

Reasons why I think a maltese dog would be perfect for Santino

As a maltese owner, I can confirm a lot, and I think they're one of the best small breed dogs. I love my little Lara. She's my precious, and I'd turn into John Wick for her.

I'll write mostly from my own personal experience with my fluffy little monster :3

Maltese dogs are good little guard dogs. As funny as it sounds, they are loud. They will alert you if they hear anything. Like, Lara barks when she hears someone walking down the hallway.

They are really playful and have the energy. They love to sleep next to you, leaned against you, just be close to you. I can imagine Santino sleeping with Biscotti leaned against him.

Speaking of sleeping next to you. Yes. They are very affectionate. And them leaning against you is their way of hugging you. That goes for every dog. And that's something Santino needs. A little doggy that will hug him in their dog way. And I think he'd find that very cute.

They can be easily trained, they're smart and will listen to you. They are very loyal to their owners.

They don't shed, so Santino wouldn't have to deal with all the fur. Good thing for him. However, these dogs require brushing their coat to prevent coat matting. Which Santino wouldn't have too much problems with if Biscotti isn't stubborn (my Lara hates having her coat brushed and she's really stubborn about it, so it also depends on the dogs personality). They are also antiallergic, so you can't be allergic to their fur.

So, yes. A maltese is perfect for Santino in my opinion, and Biscotti is Santino's little precious. :)

LOOK AT THE FLUFFY AAAA :3

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[r1-jw-lover]

New lesbian rarepair has dropped!!! Come get your yuri!!!

Tagging @evren-sadwrn sorry for the terrible image quality :(

[tobytheeggo]

Request JW ships and I will draw them furry style

I need something to do at school

[ehrmantrautpup]

Since a lot of you like Emmet I thought I’d share this piece of him and John by @quiddling! Their ship name is Folkloreshipping 🤭

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Hi there. I hope you are doing well. I just have a couple of questions I want to ask you.

What do you think of John & Caine as a ship?

How do you think Caine will react to Churchduel? I think he's gonna be very pissed about it even if he and John were just platonic close friends.

I love John and Caine as a ship! If I was a real matchmaker picking someone for John (not just picking who would be the most dramatic) I’d probably pick Caine. I think Caine is one of the only people who can really get through to John in terms of teaching him how to live again. That line about how the dead are gone and it’s the living that need help now - I think that viewpoint could be really beneficial for John. They are both deeply protective of the people they love, but Caine is healthier about it. More practical than vengeful. It could help John let go of the past and build something new, which is very sweet when taken in a romantic direction.

I also view this as a more stable and equitable ship than most - they’re so similar in temperament and background that I don’t think there would be a lot of tension. Most of their disagreements are philosophical. I think they’d have long conversations about life. Caine would mellow John out quite a bit.

As for churchduel, Caine would absolutely be pissed about that. He has no respect for Vincent, especially given the way that Vincent used his daughter as a bargaining piece. It would be very much a “wtf are you doing, John??” sort of response. And I think he’d be worried for John too, underneath that anger. Vincent is an admittedly weird choice, and someone who’s liable to take advantage of John’s kindness. So Caine would be concerned about that.

[wangmiao]

watched john wick 4. i knew donnie yen was in this, BUT I didn't know he played a BLIND assassin!!! I just can't stop thinking about chirrut...

also the dynamic between john, caine, and koji is everything!

[kavalyera]

watched like several vids on vtm i’ve come to the conclusion that sebastian lacroix and marquis vincent de gramont are the same person in different fonts

[meetraart]

Excuse me, i'm staying in the corner of the only people that ship this.

[mrssimply]

WIP Whenever.

So, the holidays did me good (by giving me more free time and energy, it's always about free time and energy). For the occasion, I continued a little of what will probably be my last Cyberpunk fanfiction (then again, I said that when I wrote the second fic, and there were over forty more after that one so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯. But that's not the point).

I also finished the first chapter of the third part of my Wild Animals Rebellion series for the John Wick fandom. To celebrate this achievement after months of struggling with any and every line, I decided to share a little snippet... Or not so little since I don't know how to chose and where to stop so you get about 2 pages worth. Please enjoy xD.

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Under the bright light, Santino’s state looked even worse. He wasn’t moving much, and his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was shivering, blinking slowly under the doctor’s questions as he tried to fight unconsciousness.

His eyes fell on John when he approached the bed and he gave his lover a tight wavering smile.

“I’m late,” he slurred in neapolitan and lifted a hand toward John. 

The former assassin came closer and took the proffered hand, feeling how cold it was.

“Santino…”

“I fear we might have to reschedule our evening, my love.”

John frowned and opened his mouth, but before he could reply the doctor was elbowing him away, and another pair of hands pulled him back. Leonora gave him a disapproving look.

“Give them space,” she ordered, switching to english. As a rule, Leonora didn’t speak to John in neapolitan, which the man knew was a sign she didn’t recognise him as family or clan. Santino found it cute, he’d told John she was like a protective great aunt. 

John deferred to her, stepping back with a last worried look at Santino. He saw the doctor cut the high quality fabric of her patient’s shirt, revealing a large and ugly gash. It was hard to tell if it was deep or not.

To John’s surprise, he found himself suddenly angry, although he couldn't tell at what in particular, or whom. Confused by his own reaction, he turned to Cassian on the second bed. The man was covered in scratches and bruises, and a nurse was currently stitching a clean bullet wound by his left shoulder. By the bodyguard’s standards, this was nearly nothing, and he looked clear headed enough.

“What happened,” John growled. 

Cassian’s eyes slid to Santino’s form on the other bed before flickering back to John, hesitating.

“If you don’t know, then I shouldn’t tell you.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Cassian seemed to ponder his choice before sighing. He rubbed his forehead with his thumb.

“Santino was meeting with the ‘Ndrangheta, one of the main oldest clans. They operate in Cosenza,”

“The Imerti family,” John summarized. He knew the inner workings of all three Italian Mafia pretty well, a fact Cassian forgot, or liked to ignore.

“Yes. The meeting was supposed to be secret, but… We got ambushed.”

“By the Imerti?”

“No, another family, De Stefano.”

The main ‘Ndrangheta clan. Nicolasi De Stefano held the seat for the mafia at the High Table, and was the eldest of the members. 

Several questions pressed at the back of John’s teeths, and he had to take a second to center himself. The unexplainable rage continued to grow, blinding his judgment.

“Why was Santino meeting with the ‘Ndrangheta?” he asked, forcing his tone to remain neutral.

Cassian’s face told him he’d failed to do so. Worse, a flash of pity crossed the bodyguard’s features.

“You know why.”

He did know. Santino was planning a revolution and he was looking for sympathizers to his cause. In the first days of their new relationship, it had been all he’d talked about : planning, strategizing, plotting the demise of the High Table. 

John was of the opinion that they should let them come, he would deal with them the same way he’d done until now: head on, or by turning their own rules against them.

It occurred to him that Santino had never stopped working toward his goal. He’d just stopped telling John about it. The realization sat uneasily in his stomach.

“It was even going well, as far as I could tell,” Cassian went on, distracting John from his own thoughts, “always difficult to say with certainty, they talk in layers, but I think Santino was pleased.”

“What happened?”

“De Stefano’s men stormed in. One grabbed Imerti by the hair and cut his throat before any of us could recover. After that it was a clusterfuck. We lost all of our men so that we could get out.”

From the bodyguard’s tone, John could tell it had been a really close call.

“They helped us, the Imerti. Through a back door, and lent us the car. We’re alive thanks to them. If they survive the purge, we might have secured allies.”

John felt Leonora come by his shoulder, listening to Cassian’s report as well.

“You think we have a mole?” she asked.

“Don’t think so. The only ones that knew who we were meeting and what for are in this room. I briefed our men an hour before departure and they didn’t leave my sight.”

“On the Imerti side then.”

Cassian nodded, glancing over his shoulder at his boss. The doctor was still bent over Santino, but her movements were slower than before. The urgency was past. 

The bodyguard then turned to the consigliere. 

“I think it’s proving more difficult than he expected.”

John looked at Leonora, but couldn’t parse her expression. The old woman could be like a prison wall when she wanted to, which was a great quality as a consigliere according to Santino. When he’d first come to Praiano six months ago, she’d been more open to him, John realized idly, wondering when she’d slipped back into warryness.

Tonight was full of revelations.

“Review the men, Cassian,” she ordered, “the snare is tightening, we can leave nothing to chance.”

Wearily, the bodyguard agreed with a nod. Seemingly satisfied, Leonora retreated to address the rest of the household, asking for additional rounds to check the mansion’s grounds. 

Cassian then looked a tJohn.

“Should I start with you?”

“With me?”

“The review. Should I start with you?”

Anger flashed anew in John’s veins, surprising him once more in its intensity. He frowned, pulling his lips down into the beginning of a snarl.

“I’m not part of your men.”

“No, that’s right, but you’re not part of the house either. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even in this with us.”

The shock rendered John speechless, and he didn’t recover in time to stop Cassian from hopping down the bed and walking out of the room.