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"But I did it." Sebastian Stan as Winter Soldier Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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Hello, my name is Jihad from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸.. I need your help with an urgent donation to save my family and my beloved baby.. We need milk, diapers, food.. We also need tarpaulins to protect us from the cold of winter.. I am now living in a torn tent.. I created this campaign so that you can donate to me and save my life 😭.. And thank you for your support and generosity towards us. You are my hope in these harsh conditions due to the war... 🫂😪

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That silly cursor wanted to be a part of Silver V's moment🙃

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🤭🤭

'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

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Ugh need to recreate this in Cyberpunk photomode.

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how can I be normal when he looks like this?

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wanted to draw him 

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Sun's out ☀️

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𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒－In this dark, luxe romance, you’re the sugar baby of John Wick—quiet, spoiled, and deeply protected. While the world knows him as a deadly legend, you know him as the man who runs your baths, buys you bags, and finds peace in your arms. You don’t ask questions about the blood on his hands or the enemies he leaves behind—you just wait for him to come home. And every time he does, he reminds you: in a world full of war, you’re the one thing he won’t lose.

𝖠／𝖭－𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌💋

You didn’t ask too many questions.

That was rule number one.

John liked it that way—quiet peace, soft touches, and no need to explain why he came home at 3AM smelling like gunpowder and smoke, knuckles bruised, eyes tired but still locked on you like you were the only safe thing in his world.

He didn’t talk much, but the way he treated you? That said enough.

Gucci boxes on the bed. Black cards with your name on them. Silk sheets and warm baths he’d run for you after a long day—not yours, his. You didn’t work. You didn’t have to. His world was chaos. Yours was luxury, comfort, and him.

You curled up in his lap in the penthouse, wrapped in one of his oversized button-downs while he nursed a whiskey and ran his fingers through your hair. The lights were dim, the city skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like stars begging for your attention, but your eyes were only on him.

You didn’t ask what happened. You never did.

You just whispered, “You’re home,” and kissed the corner of his jaw.

His voice was low, gravelly. “You good?”

“Always,” you murmured. “With you, always.”

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He wasn’t much for small talk, but when he loved, he did it loud in silence.

Like the time you offhandedly mentioned your favorite city, and a week later, there was a private jet waiting on the tarmac. You blinked at the pilot, then back at John, standing there in a tailored black suit, no tie, sunglasses tucked into his collar.

“You said you liked Florence,” was all he offered, his hand warm at the small of your back. “So we’re going.”

The trip was perfect. No security detail you could see, but you knew they were around. John’s eyes never stopped moving, even when he had one arm around your waist and the other holding a glass of wine. But he still gave you all his attention. Took you shopping down cobblestone streets, sat with you at outdoor cafés, took pictures of you when you weren’t looking, and pressed slow kisses to your shoulder at night, like you were something fragile he couldn’t afford to lose.

You started to realize that being his didn’t just come with luxury. It came with a kind of safety nothing else in this world could buy.

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There were nights when he didn’t come home until dawn. You’d hear the lock turn just as the sky started to pinken, and by the time you sat up in bed, he was already inside—dark jacket slung over the arm of a chair, blood on his hands, sometimes a cut on his face. You never flinched.

You’d just reach for him wordlessly, and he’d climb into bed without even changing clothes. Just held you, arms wrapped around your waist, breathing against your shoulder like the war in his chest finally quieted.

“Go back to sleep,” he’d murmur. “I’m here now.”

And you would. Because he always came back.

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The world knew him as a myth. A name you whispered when you wanted someone gone.

But you? You knew him as the man who bought you first editions of your favorite books just because he overheard you mention them. The man who watched you try on clothes in high-end boutiques and didn’t say a word until you walked out, only to tell the staff, “Wrap them all.”

You knew the man who pressed kisses to your hand before slipping it into his coat pocket when it was cold. The man who never smiled for anyone else—but gave you soft ones at midnight, just for existing in his arms.

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One night, after dinner at the rooftop of a five-star hotel, you were sprawled across his chest in bed, your leg draped over his hip. You were quiet for a while, tracing the faded scars along his ribs.

“You ever get tired of it?” you asked softly, not even sure what “it” meant—his world, the weight he carried, the violence he wore like a second skin.

His fingers brushed through your hair slowly. “I do.”

You didn’t speak. You just let your lips press gently to the spot over his heart, and he let out the quietest sigh you’d ever heard.

“I stay for you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “You make it worth coming home.”

That night, he didn’t leave. Didn’t disappear into the dark to fight whatever war waited for him.

He stayed.

Held you like you were the calm after every storm, like you were more than a pretty face with a soft voice. Like you were his reason.

And that’s when you realized… you weren’t just a sugar baby.

You were his peace.

His penance.

The one thing in this world John Wick wouldn’t let go.

@enchanthings

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Urgent Appeal – A Mother and Her Children in Desperate Need

Dear Kind Souls,

My name is Noor, a mother of three children,I apologize for asking you to donate,but we are dying here🥺please 🙏🥺🙏 it's not easy for me see my children dying slowlely and i cant doing anything , imagine just for second that your children ,friends we really are living in starvation and I have no hope left except for you. Plrase donate and share 🙏😭🥺🥺.Everything expensive and I can't provide it. Please my children need a flour for 450 $ and My child needs milk for $30, diapers for $50, wipes for $5, dry wipes for $5, vitamins for $10. A donation of any size will make a difference in my children life.

Plrase donate and share ⬇️✅️🥺🙏

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It's the small things together

hanging about

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Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock/Daredevil Daredevil: Born Again, S01E03 - The Hollow of His Hand

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tell them it was your guardian angel.

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My main takeaway from Ballerina is that I would like to be squeezed between John Wick's strong thighs, please and thank you.

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As a Louisiana gal, REPRESENT!! Take your Longhorns and shove 'em Seresin. Geaux Tigers

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮

plastic surgeon!jake x social worker!reader (nickname little miss paperwork/papes)

COMING SOON.

It's impossible to outrun the past.

Straight from Louisiana, you're thrilled to land your absolute dream job in Miramar General. You get on well with Bradley, the emergency paediatrician, and the work is incredibly rewarding.

It's a well-needed fresh start, where you can keep your head down and get on with things.

Until Jake Seresin strolls into your life. Cocky, talented, and with a reputation that far precedes him, you're determined to remain immune to his charm.

That plan falters a little when you wake up in his bed after three weeks of knowing him.

find the rest of the universe here - jake's story takes place after bradley's and before bob's. their significant others (the reader-inserts from the other stories), both appear in this fic.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve