Call Out My Name

John Wick x Reader

Summary: After being found by the Bowery King, the plan to overthrow the high table is set into motion. A face you haven’t seen since your days in the Ruska Roma appears on your doorsteps.

Warnings: None

Author’s note: This is my first time writing for John Wick so I hope you guys like it 😭😭😭 -samantha 💜

Translation: Vozlyublennaya ↠ sweetheart

Before there was Helen, there was Y/N.

They were raised together in the Ruska Roma. Trained to be the best in the game.

And they were.

John couldn’t remember when he fell in love with her. It just happened. Seamlessly. Effortlessly. Naturally. Unfortunately, their relationship never saw the light of day. The director wouldn’t tolerate it if she knew and they would be greatly punished.

But she did know.

And she punished them in a way they could never imagine.

She let John go and serve first without his partner in crime. She kept Y/N at the Ruska Roma as long as she could.

But the decision was no longer in her hands.

Jardani and Y/N would always find their way back to each other.

Even then, the director knew it was inevitable.

John didn’t know what came over him. He had her address for quite some time. He pondered paying her a visit God knows how many times. The piece of paper burned in his suit pocket, a constant reminder that after all these years, he could finally reunite with her.

As he handed her his ticket, John felt a piece of paper being slipped into his rough palms. He stared up at her suspiciously. His chocolate orbs stony and cold. Naturally, John questioned every action of everyone around him. He was an excommunicado with a hefty bounty on his head. Everyone was bound to turn on him at some point. It was him against the world. But when he heard the director’s words, he felt his resolve immediately dissipate.

“She’s safe.” The director spoke quietly. “But now, you may never come home, Jardani.”

He held himself back mostly, thinking that she wouldn’t want to see him.

That she hated him for never coming back for her.

For moving on and marrying another woman.

That he would burden her.

But at last, John Wick surrendered to himself and caved in.

He stood in a hidden corner of her bedroom. His heart nearly swooned at the tiny touches of her. The pair of pointe shoes aesthetically hanging on the wall by a chic vanity. An old wool blanket on the foot of her bed.

The necklace he gave her for the last birthday they spent together.

Being so close to her yet so far away caused John a great amount of sensory overload. He impatiently checked his watch. She should be home soon. As if on que, the sound of the front door opening and closing along with the jingle of keys filled the home. The clicking of heels against the mahogany floors got closer and closer and for once in his life, John Wick was nervous. Anxious even.

Alas, the bedroom door opened and in came his Y/N looking more beautiful as ever, if that was even possible. She was an evolved version of the woman he last saw. Elegant. Refined. There was an almost regal air to her. If she asked him to, John would fall to his knees and beg her for mercy. She switched on a crystal adorned floor lamp, placing her designer purse on the chaise lounge at the foot of her bed before seating herself in front of her vanity and removing her jewelry.

“You can come out, you know.” She spoke calmly.

John froze.

“How do you know I’m not a threat?” He inquired.

She scoffed lightly.

“Because if you were, you would’ve killed me the second I stepped foot in my house.” She stated.

With all the courage he could muster, John stepped out of the dark and into her line of version. Y/N’s breath ceased at the apparition relfected in her mirror. She never thought they’d see each other again. He moved on. Retired, got married, and found a mundane job. She had heard of how he got sucked back into the game, yet still thought she would never see him again. After all these years. Y/N felt a rush of emotions stir wildly inside her.

Anguish because he never came back for her.

Jealously towards the woman who replaced her.

Sympathy for her lover’s loss.

And lastly, empathy. They were separated with no promises of a future. It was only natural for him to move on. She was an old chapter of his life. He needed something new. Something that wasn’t covered in blood and scars. Something that wasn’t her.

“John.” Y/N breathed.

His features twisted into a deep frown.

John.

The name, his own name, spited him.

He was always Jardani to her. Now they were strangers.

He felt his throat constrict. Her name hadn’t left his mouth in years.

“Y/N,” He mumbled, finally exhaling.

She was his breath of fresh air. His salvation.

Y/N turned around, staring up at him with worried eyes.

“Excommunicado,” She gasped. “what have you done, John?”

He stepped closer.

“What I needed to.” He gruffed.

“They’re going to kill you.” Y/N tried to reason. “They won’t stop.”

“Neither will I.” He rebuttled.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes tightly, attempting to shoo away the tears brimming in your eyes. No. You were not going to cry again. Not now. Not after the years you spent crying yourself to sleep in the Ruska Roma. All those nights you spent on stage practicing until you bled and went numb and then some as the production lights seared your skin. Not now.

“Why, John?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why, after all these years, are you here now?”

He was silent. He knew she would ask this and yet, the usually calculated John Wick had no answer.

“It’s happening.” John said. “I need you by my side when it does.”

Y/N finally looked up at him. Her eyes teary and wide with disbelief. John explained to you the events that took place in the last couple days. How many lives he took while he was on the run, how he stopped by your old stomping grounds and got his ticket torn in exchange for safe passage to Casablanca where he found Sofia. Sofia shot Berrada and the two of them killed all of his men. John then met The Elder who promised to lift the bounty as long as he killed Winston, and finally, all that went down at the Continental to him getting shot off of a roof and being picked up by the Bowery King.

“This is the most optimum opportunity-“

“Jardani!” You exclaimed, tugging roughly at your hair in exasperation. “Do you hear yourself? They’re going to kill us. A fourteen million dollar bounty was bad enough, but now, now you’ve went against The Elder’s word.”

“Everyone I know turned their backs on me, Y/N. Winston threw me off of a fucking cliff- they have my dog, goddamnit.” He growled.

He was pissed. There was no stopping it.

John stalked towards you until he was kneeling in front of you. The tears from your eyes fell freely now. All of the hardness on his face had softened as he grasped your hands softly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you. I had no way, they kept me busy. That’s still no excuse, and I’m eternally so sorry for what I’ve done.” He whispered.

Y/N shook her head and wiped her tears.

“I can’t be mad at you for moving on. Life doesn’t stop for anyone, who would I be if I deterred you from living?” She spoke.

John sighed.

“I need you. More than ever.” He quietly admitted.

She chuckled bitterly.

“Because I can kill twenty people in five minutes with my hands.” She spited.

“Because you’re the only thing I have to lose.” John quickly snapped. “This life tore us apart. It took me away from you only to chew me up and spit me out on the streets.”

His face was closer now. His cafe orbs filled with fire.

“I want to take it all back from them.” He seethed.

You let out a sharp exhale, turning your head away from him just a little.

“This is insane, John. You know how powerful the high table is. The second they see you, the second they know you’re alive, they’ll snipe you out and everyone who aided you. Me included.” You snarled.

“I know.” He admitted.

“John-“

“Vozlyublennaya..” He spoke softly.

Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve dreamed of his voice whispering the nickname for years. After all this time, your desires were finally fulfilled.

“Jardani.” You corrected, cupping his cut up face in your hands. His strong jaw still fit perfectly in your palms.

He pressed his forehead against yours, placing his hands on top of yours and closing his eyes. A moment of comfortable silence fell into place between the two of you. You both just simply basked in each other’s presence.

“I loved her.” John breathed. “But she wasn’t you.”

PART 2

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5 years ago

Imagine Snape taking care of you (2-12)

- “They don’t need protection, the Dark Lord is gone.” Snape cried to Dumbledore when he confronted him about the death of your family.

“And he will return, and the boy needs to be protected.”

“What of his sister?”

“She will stay with Sirius."

- when Sirius was arrested Dumbledore brought you to Hogwarts, planning on making arrangements for you. That was when Snape first saw you, toddling the halls with Hagrid at two.

-"Is this…"

"Yes Severus. Isn’t she a beauty?” Hagrid asked as you looked up at the professor with the greasy black hair, and long nose, a smile on your face as you reached up towards him.

-He immediately went to Dumbledore and insisted that he be the one to look after you. When asked why he responded with, “She has her father’s eyes, but her mother’s personality."

-Snape hid you very well from the death eaters, none of them knew that he was caring for a child, much less [Y/N] Potter, however as far as you knew your name was [Y/N] Black, which was to protect you from future Voldemort followers, and you were never told of your true origins.

-when you turned five Snape decided to start teaching you the basics of potions, which you were very good at. He would love to watch you smile and giggle as you made the most simple potions.

-You always sat at the teachers table, however you were seated by Hagrid, and while he tried to remain stern in front of the others, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard you refused to eat your vegetables.

-Hagrid was always the second father-like figure in your life, this was because Snape didn’t want to risk the children of Death eaters discovering that you were Snape’s adopted daughter. However after hours you were solely Snape’s

-You were the only one who could make Snape act soft, he never scolded you, or raised his voice to you, even when you accidentally blew up a potion.

-when you were of age to be sorted he feared that you would end up in Slytherin, and much to his relief you were sorted into Gryffindor.

-you were so scared that Snape would be disappointed that you weren’t a Slytherin, however when you expressed this to him, he told you a story of a little girl with green eyes.

-He beamed with pride when you were the only first year who could make the potions he assigned, and who passed every test. He would even chuckle sometimes when you tried to assist the Weasley twins and Lee.

-"Dad?"

"Yes [Y/N]."

"That little girl you told me about… Was that my mother?” He closed his book slowly, “yes. It was."

"And she was killed by…"

"A dark wizard, one who…"

"Am I Harry Potter’s sister?"

"Yes. You are."

"And I am assuming that Sirius Black is not my real father?"

"Yes."

"Am I in danger?"

"No. I will never let anyone hurt you.” Snape said as you took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you Dad.” You whispered as Snape teared up a little.

“I love you too."

-This was when Snape also revealed everything to you, from how he and Lily met, James teasing him, and everything beyond that point.

-Every year for Christmas you and Snape would celebrate in the dungeon, which you decorated once all the students left, each year you would make your father a potion, while he normally bought you different ingredients to create potions with, However the year you figured out about James and Lily he made you a book much like the one Hagrid got for Harry. However yours also included photographs of you and him. It was the best present you had ever received.

-He later asked you how you figured it out, which was when you laughed a bit and said, “Hagrid told me.”

-He never forgave Hagrid for telling you…

-During the summer between your first and second year, you informed your father that you wanted to go spend some time over the summer with the Weasleys. He agreed. However he never knew how much he was going to miss you while you were gone.

-When you returned he was overjoyed, and you told him all about the Burrow.

-Soon you started spending time every break with the Weasleys. but made sure you still spent some time with Snape,

-When you got your period for the first time, he panicked and tried to make a potion to cure you, thankful Minerva explained everything to you, and informed you that Snape will some day get a grip on it.

-You finally were able to get through to Fred and George how to make a decent potion, however you had no idea that they would use there new skill to prank students, and Snape.

-You were top of your class your second year, and Snape was so proud that you were his daughter.

Other Installments:

Third Year

Fourth- Sixth Year

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its-shadowy-heart-world

4 years ago

since the old version of this post was flagged for ‘adult content’…

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the nb spectrum!

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4 years ago

—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;

_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.

ONGOING

♕ = smut

part 1: brat

part 2: and again

part 3: hot girl summer ♕

part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)

part 5: a degree of fancy

part 6: thicker than water

part 7: silver lining

DRABBLES

lesson 1 ♕

pass the salt

eat the rich ♕

midnight snack ♕

bubblegum b**** ♕

sober thoughts

the witching hour ♕

the boss

the relapse

the stealth suit

sex pollen ♕

reverse sex pollen ♕

period pains

honorary stark

“Would you go back?”

an attempt was made

one of his french girls

“let’s get married.”

the one about the piercing

the one about the dollar-bill knife

the dress

joining forces with scott lang

pre-serum steve

“please talk to me.”

meet the exes

pushing your luck

accidental mind-reading

the one where steve shaves his beard

recklessness

not taking no for an answer

midnight ride

spotify playlist

headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous

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4 years ago

there should be a barbie movie version of the phantom of the opera

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5 years ago

Avengers Headcannons

Tony has kissed everyone on the team at least once.

Steve loves frilly coffee drinks. Especially pumpkin spice.

Pietro has a habit of sleeping in really odd positions, in random places. They once found him passed out on top of the Avengers jet.

Wanda and Vision have telepathic conversation. It freaks everyone out because they will just stare at each other for hours.

Steve and J.A.R.V.I.S. are best friends.

Natasha teaches female empowerment at local high schools.

Whenever the team goes on missions to foreign countries, they always bring back a souvenir for Fury.

It started as a joke, but now it’s a tradition.

Fury will never admit it, but he keeps all of them.

Steve has only been drunk once. It was after Thor brought him some Asgardian mead. That night they found out Steve is a very bad singer.

Tony recorded the whole thing.

Bruce has a companion dog to help keep him calm. She lives in the tower and her name is Veronica Jr.

Clint teaches self defense classes in his free time.

Steve loves volunteering at children’s hospitals. He goes so often he knows almost all of the nurses and doctors by name.

Even though Thor can’t get drunk from earth alcohols, he still likes drinking them for the flavor.

Steve is the same way.

~Jaz

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5 years ago

Your Dash Has Been Signed By The Avengers!

I asked them to sign it just for you; in case you’ve been having a rough day/week/year - or are missing you’re faves after Endgame.

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its-shadowy-heart-world

4 years ago

webbed up | peter parker

summary: you’re being a little too bratty for peter’s liking, so he takes a leaf out of spider-man’s book and punishes you the first way that comes to mind.

warnings: smut; swearing, teasing, dirty talk, dom!peter, spitting, use of web-shooters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

word count: 5,468

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5 years ago

Masterlist

Loving Din - Din Djarin x Reader

What happens when a feared bounty hunter, adjusting to life beyond the mask, and an artist fall in love. Life is a dream, until everything changes.

Part I Part II Part III* Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX* Part X Part XI Part XII*

Whiskey & Gin - Agent Whiskey x Reader

New York in the 1970s is on fire and you are right in the middle of it, and as the newly (and reluctantly) appointed partner of Agent Whiskey, you find out it just keeps getting better.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 6.5*

Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story*

Spanking Oneshot*

Maxwell Lord

You’re The Devil, But So Am I*

I Will Break You*

Futile Devices - A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU

After completing your first year at The Juilliard School, you expect to spend the summer how you have your whole life - at your parent’s sprawling estate in Northern Italy. Raised by married and acclaimed novelists Christian & Daisy Slattery, this year Christian has invited his old college friend and fellow writer Javier Peña to stay with his family and collaborate on a new novel.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3* Chapter 4* Chapter 5*