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Complicated

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam 

Summary:  Dean gets a little jealous/turned on watching reader hustle pool.

Word Count:  2200

Warnings:  Smut, Language

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Complicated

I watch her from across the bar, from the booth Sam and I snagged by the wall. She knows my eyes are on her, it’s part of the thrill. It’s her night to hustle pool, she insists on contributing. I know she can handle herself, but I get kinda protective watching her.  

And jealous. I mean, I know it’s part of the con, the way she leans over that table, the way her breasts press together when she lines up a shot. The way she giggles and smiles and teases her marks.  

She told me once that there were two rules for a woman hustling pool. First, make sure the guy you’re hustling feels like he can easily beat you. Building their confidence is key. Second, make them feel like they have a shot at fucking you. Follow those two rules and you’re golden, she said. Every fucking time.

Men underestimate her when she’s in the short skirt and the tank top with plunging neckline. If I’ve learned one thing in this life, it’s never underestimate a woman. She proves the rule. Sam and I always keep a close eye on her, because there’s always that one guy that pushes a little too hard, a little too fast, gets a little too handsy.

She’s never needed us for backup, but it never fails to make my blood boil when they put hands on her. She lets them, it’s part of the game. They’ll wrap an arm around her waist or line up behind her to “help” her with a shot. I know it’s all part of the hustle, but it makes me feel a little crazy. And it makes me horny as fuck.

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KJ x Reader: A Romantic Kiss

this is from “A Dog’s Purpose” but hes so cute how could I not put this photo in?

Warnings: none
Requested: yes
A/N: this is kinda short (I think?) but I didn’t know how to elaborate

*KJ’s POV*

Today was the day that we started shooting for season 2 of Riverdale and there was a new cast member on set, (Y/N).

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Friday Night

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings- Attempted fluff.

It started when your favorite TV show changed its timings.

  Now, you had to work at four in the evening, and couldn’t be watching TV at that time. Even though new episodes aired once a week on Fridays, it wasn’t worth your hide playing hooky- you worked for Nick Fury, directly under Steve Rogers. And paperwork sucked, but all the Avengers had to do it. Well, except Tony, he paid Peter to do his.

  Your only other option was to stay up Friday night and catch the show’s repeat at one am. 

  So at half past twelve you settled down in the huge living area of the Avengers compound, with plenty of candy, a fluffy pillow and a blanket.


  Bucky woke up screaming, as usual. 

 He found himself sitting up in bed, gasping for breath, his mind a mess of broken images and chants of “Heil Hydra!”

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1-800-Soulmates

Originally posted by dailymarvel

TonyStark x reader soulmate AU

Promt: A soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too

A/N: Wohooooo! second part :D enjoy!  and the ususal reminder: if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.


 Tony sighed, adjusted his tie, then checked himself again.

The black suit was expensive (like pretty much everything else he owned) and fit him perfectly. He was dressed to impress which was even more important than usual for tonight’s party since some big business partners were going to be there.  

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Luck of My Life

So I finally had the time to make it… Here’s chapter 1 of the childhood friends AU idea I had before- just in time for day 12 of adrinette month! <3 These kiddos are 9 in this chapter. 

Chapter 1

Adrien couldn’t stop crying as he stared at the remains of his toy in his shaking hands. This was the third time this week. He so badly wanted to scream, but he was worried that it would attract more attention. He may be allowed to cry, but he drew the line at wailing. He was an Agreste, he could stay strong. No one needed to know what he could do.

His sniffling sounds brought over his mother though.

“Oh kitty,” she said soothingly. “Don’t cry. I’ll buy you a new one. You can control it next time.”

He gave her a sad look that displayed all the longing he had to be normal. “But mama, I can’t! I’ll just destroy it again. I’m a monster.”

His mother gently shook him from his despair. “You’re not a monster, sunshine. Life may have given you this power, but it doesn’t make you a monster. You have a kind heart, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

She cupped her hands over his, and took away the toy’s remains. “Now, let me take this. I’ll go buy you a new one. Thankfully no one saw you destroy that- they might not understand.”

She kissed his forehead and guided him to the playground swings. “I’ll be back. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.” Adrien gave her a small lopsided smile while wiping away his tears. “Thank you.”

He sighed as he watched his mother leave. He was alone again. It wasn’t crowded in the park today- only 3 other children were there. None seem to be paying him much attention. One kid was off at the sand box building some sort of castle as he hummed under his breath. Another kid was hiding behind a tree, writing something down on a notepad she carried along while watching the boy in the sand box.

The last child was holding a cat stuff toy on one hand as she swung across the monkey bars. Adrien flinched when he realized that her gaze was on him.

Did she see him destroy the toy?

Fear suddenly gripped his heart. This was what his parents warned him about, people will finally look at him differently. He was going to be Paris’ monster. The child that destroys everything he touches. The child that brings bad luck.

He braced himself for the inevitable scream from the girl, but instead she gave him a toothy grin. He stared at her for a few seconds before giving her a small, confused yet questioning smile.

It must have looked weird because she giggled and dropped herself off from the monkey bars with a graceful flourish.

She approached him enthusiastically, not showing any signs of fear. Adrien relaxed, she couldn’t have seen him destroy the toy. But as she came closer, she had a glint of excitement in her eyes that showed that she knew something.

“I saw you.” She said simply.

Adrien’s heart dropped. He gripped the chains on the swing and readied himself to run away. The young girl realized what he was about to do and consoled him.

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t go! I won’t tell anyone.” She said frantically. “I-I just wanted to say that- that, you have a gift!”

He stared at her smiling face sadly, and almost regretfully, he told her. “It’s not a gift.”

“But it is!” the girl insisted fervently. “That’s what my parents tell me.”

“You don’t understand!” he said bitterly, new tears now streaming down his face. He embarrassedly hid his face in hands.  

“But I do!” she said patiently. “I have a gift too.”

He raised his head and looked into her eyes- her bright bluebell eyes. “You do?”

She sat down on the ground in front of him and smiled. “I do.”

Adrien gaped at her. “I’m not alone?”

“You’re not alone.” She repeated.

Adrien just stared at the girl in front of him, taking in her midnight dark hair, her gorgeous eyes, and her pretty freckles. This girl was just like him. And for a moment, everything was okay.

“Why are you sitting on the ground?” Adrien questioned after long moments of silence. “Aren’t you worried you’ll get dirty?”

“Well, there is not other seats around, and I didn’t want to leave you alone when you are sad.” She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Almost at once, Adrien shot up from the swing and said, “Then sit here! You shouldn’t get your pretty dress dirty.”

“No, no, it’s alright!” she waved away his offer. “You were there first, it wouldn’t be fair.”

“N-no, I insist.” Adrien gave her a solemn look. “My daddy said that that’s what a gentleman would do.”

The girl contemplated it, “No, it’s alright. I’m fine on the ground.” She said firmly.

Adrien hesitated, but upon seeing her steely eyes, he gave in. “Alright, if you won’t take it, I’ll just sit down here with you.”

Adrien plopped down on the ground and gave her a friendly bump on the shoulder. “I’m Adrien. Ca-can we be friends?”

“Mari.” She responded, returning the bump with a wide beam. “And of course!”

They stayed there for a while, just talking about anything. Before today, Adrien didn’t allow himself to believe that he could ever make a friend. His first real friend.

It would be about half an hour before Mari’s parents would come by, and Adrien tried to make the most of it by joining her in the playground.

“I have to go,” Mari said as she saw her parents approaching. “But before I do, I want to give you something.”

She pulled him into the playground castle. It was a closed place, hiding them away from the rest of the slowly gathering crowd.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” she said nervously as she stared at him through her bangs.

He gave her the sincerest look he could possibly muster. “I promise.”

“Okay.” She said softly.

She stared at her hands, slowly opening and closing it as she shook ever so slightly.

“Uh, Mari?” Adrien asked questioningly.

“Shhh.” She said, giggling quietly. “I’m trying to focus.”

A bright red glow covered her hands. “Now, what’s your favorite color?”

“Black and green.”

She grinned and the red glow grew. All of the sudden, a stuff toy dropped out of nowhere onto her awaiting hands.

Adrien stared at it.  It was a medium sized black cat stuff toy. The ears were long and pointy and the electric green eyes were a little too comical to be realistic. A mischievous quality was almost visible and familiar to him, grinning at him in a liberating way.

“It’s for you.” Mari said shyly.

Adrien withdrew the hands that he didn’t even notice was reaching out to touch it. “I couldn’t.”

Mari’s face fell. “Oh, I understand. It’s alright.”

“No!” Adrien said anxiously. “It’s- it’s just that I’m worried it will get destroyed.”

“It won’t.” Mari said surely. “It’s my gift.”

Adrien tentatively stretched out to touch it. The moment his fingers hit the soft furry toy, he instinctively pulled back his hands as if he was afraid the toy would burn. When it didn’t, he let out a gasp and he took it slowly from Mari, cuddling it close to him.

“Your power is beautiful.” Adrien said gently.

“You’re beautiful.” Mari murmured.

Adrien felt a warm feeling spread itself across his chest. This girl didn’t see him as a monster. The most beautiful girl in the world thought he was beautiful.  Adrien felt lighter than he’s ever been.

“Thank you.” Adrien tried to put a much emotion as he could in those two words.

She only smiled tenderly in response.

When Mari’s parents arrived, Adrien almost couldn’t bear to say goodbye. But after assuring him that she would be there the next day, he beamed and shyly gave her a gentlemanly kiss on her hand.

“Goodbye, my lady.” He said to her retreating back. “See you tomorrow.”

….

Only, he didn’t. The next day, his family boarded themselves on a flight to China to find a healer- someone who can cure him of his gift. He came back 2 years later, without a cure, and without his mother.

He wouldn’t see his lady for another 10 years. By then, he didn’t even remember her face or her name.

He only remembered her eyes, her smile, her power and her kindness.

He remembered so little, but without a doubt in his mind, he knew he found her that fateful day he decided to use his powers for good.

He found her- his lady.

Ladybug, whoever you are behind that mask, I love you. 


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“Hey.” - Lin/Reader

Author’s Note: Tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible. This is my first writing on this blog, I hope it’s okay!! All feedback is appreciated :)

Summary: Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you before you say something in return (referred to as one’s Sentence [it can be more than one sentence though] in the fic) is tattooed somewhere on your body. It disappears after you meet your soulmate.

Rating: PG

Warnings: One swear word oops

Words: 1,448

@hamilficsfordays Hi, I was the one who asked you about the soulmate AU :)

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Hey.

That was the word you’d had tattooed on the back of your left hand since your birth.

In your opinion, it was extremely frustrating to have such a common greeting as your Sentence.

When you were younger, you were always hopeful and enthusiastic whenever you met someone and they’d say ‘hey’ to you, but after so many disappointments, one could understand why you’d get a little annoyed when someone greeted you with ‘hey’.

Some people would see your Sentence before they’d met you and, with the hopes of being your soulmate (or just trying to mess with you), say ‘hey’ before being disappointed that what you said to them next was not their Sentence. Sometimes these unlucky fellows would get angry at you for not saying their Sentence and that usually did not lead to anything good.

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Forced

Prompt:
Where Harry has been forced to choose between two of the things that mean the world to him.

He didn’t want to do it.

He really didn’t. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. All he wanted was a good relationship, and he had been fortunate to find a girl that he absolutely adored. Luckily enough, she loved him back just as much, if not more.

Harry knew that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. He wasn’t ready to let her go, he wasn’t ready to let his happiness slip right out of his hands.

As he entered the house, her sweet aura welcomed him. Her lingering smell made him want to just back down. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t risk destroying his best friend’s carrier, even if it meant ending his own happiness.

“Harry, is that you?”

Her soft, velvety voice rang in his ears. He heard small feet running down the stairs, and soon the love of his life came running into his arms. He held her tight, afraid that this could be the last time he would be able to feel her warmth, to feel her tucked into the safe haven of his arms. Oh how he would miss coming home to this. He knew that without her, it would be just a simple house. Her loving presence made it feel like home.
She was home.
His home.

She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world. No, not even close. She didn’t have the most beautiful eyes, the prettiest smile, the perfect laugh; she wasn’t perfect, but she meant everything to him. Her flaws were what made her so unique, so perfect for him. He knew he could never find love like her again. She was his everything. But the cruel world just wouldn’t let them be together.

Tears blurred his eyes at the thought of losing his wonderful fiancé. The one he ‘oh-so-perfectly’ promised to spend his life with. The one with whom he made all plans to marry, have children, and grow old together.

He remembered when they started dating. She was so shy at first, blushing at every compliment, trying to hide from his intense gaze; he thought it was the most adorable sight he had ever seen.

He knew that she was nervous, but so was he. The both of them felt something about each other that they hadn’t felt with anyone else before. After 2 years of dating, they had become the best of friends. They could talk and talk for hours on end about anything and everything under the sun. They were there for each other in every condition, with warm cuddles and kisses.

He remembered the night he proposed, it was their 2nd anniversary and he had taken her to the place where they had had their first date. He remembered being nervous about asking her, but just looking at her made it better. He remembered the way he professed his love for her, then asked her to be his forever, officially. He remembered how she had jumped in his arms, crying and screaming, “Yes”. It was one of the best nights of their lives.

As strange as it sounded, the both of them had never really had a fight. They had silly little arguments here and there, but nothing too serious. They were both mature and understood other’s feelings. He loved her all the more for that.

But now, all that was about to end.
In just a few minutes, his world was going to come crashing down.

“You don’t seem alright, Harry. Are you okay?”

She asked, her expression showing pure worry and concern as she cupped his face in her petite hands.

“Baby, I-I have to talk to yeh.” he said, using all his strength. He shouldn’t have called her that. He should be trying to break up with her, but that term of endearment had stuck with them throughout their relationship. The first time he called her that, she was lying with her head in his lap, and on hearing the words, she had looked up at him, with her eyes sparkling with happiness. The way she reacted to his words was something that he could never forget.

God knows how difficult it was for him. It was one of the hardest things for him to do, knowing what was coming next.

“Sure. Let’s go inside and sit, yeah?”
she said, worried about what could be bothering her fiancé.
He rarely ever came home in a bad mood. There were some times when he was fed up with his life, or maybe when he had had a bad performance. But this, this was something absolutely new. And she didn’t know what to do. All she wanted was for him to smile that radiant smile of his that made the entire world swoon at his feet.

He reluctantly followed behind her, watching her beauty from behind. Her long hair looked gorgeous as it spread around her shoulders. Her hand holding his, him holding it even tighter as he realized that this could possibly be the last time he’d be able to envelope her small and feminine hands in his.

As they reached the living room and Y/N bent to sit down on the couch, he tugged at her hand, keeping her from sitting down. Worry once again covered her expressions as she looked at her fiancé, his eyes already watered because of what was coming next.

“What’s wrong, Haz?”
she asked, her voice like music to his ears.

Others may think that he was too obsessed, but the truth was that he had just fallen too deep in love. He loved the beauty in front of him with every part of him, and knowing what he was going to do next, broke his heart into a million little pieces.

“Y/N, we-we can’t do this anymore.” he said, his voice merely coming out as a whisper.

Tears immediately sprang to her eyes as she felt her heart stop. It was like the ground slipped away from her feet. The pain she felt almost seemed physical. She could feel her chest hurt. Never in a million years would she have imagined her fiancé to come and say this. He had asked her to marry him after all, every day he told her that he loved her, that she was his world. So where did this come from?

Despite the words leaving his mouth, his eyes showed pure misery and pain, begging her not to believe what he was saying. She was confused, hurt, angry, stunned, but most of all, she was broken. They were so happy together, then why was he suddenly doing this?

Harry tried to hold his tears back, assembling himself before saying:
“Y/N, look, I don’t think we can be together anymo-”

“Harry please! What’s happening to you? You were perfectly alright till yesterday! Why are you doing this to me? To us? We’ll make it work. We’ve made it work for the last two years! You even asked me to marry you! I love you, why are you doing this?” Fawn said, her last words coming out in a whisper, as tears ran down her face, crying heartbreakingly.

And that was all it took for Harry to break down. Right then and there, in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, promising himself to never let go of the best thing that had ever been his.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. They-they threatened me that they’ll end the contract with the band if I didn’t break it off with you. I couldn’t do it baby, i couldn’t risk the other guys’ career because of me. It killed me to do this to you. But now, I promise that I’ll fight against them.” he was sobbing by the end, his words coming out in a rush, before Y/N wrapped herself around him, her head on his shoulder as she said:

“We’ll fight against them. Against the world, together.
All of the rumours,
All of the fights;
We’ll find a way to make it out alive.”

Harry squeezed her tightly as he thanked God for the perfection in front of him. He couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done if she wasn’t there anymore, he nuzzled his face in her hair, holding onto her with all of his might. Y/N soothingly ran her hands through his hair, a few tears making their way down her face.

“Shhh, it’s alright, I’m here. I love you.”

“I love you too, so, so much.” he cried. “Please don’t leave me pet, ever.”

“I could never leave you, Harry. I love you too much.” Y/N replied.
And there they both stood, in each other’s arms, promising to never leave the other alone. And there was nothing anyone could do to break them apart as they both stood together.

Two against the world, they were the winners.

Their love was the winner.

Thank you for 2,000

“T̛ha͟nk̀ y͘óu m̕y̨ lit̴tle͏ r̴aįsins…̶ W̢e ̛ha͠ve ͠reac͏h̕e͝d̷ 2,͟000͜ ͏f҉o͡l̷l̷owe̸r҉s a͜s̸ ͘of t҉o̷da̵y.͜ Yo̕u͠r f͘òl͡l̵ow̧s,͡ ask҉s,͟ ͢stor͢ies ̡a̸nd a̡rt̴ ͘have alwa͘ys ҉b͞ro̧u̶g͢ht ͜a sm͏i͟lę ͡t̢ơ ̸my f͏ace. ̧So͞ ̨tha̸nk̷ yo͝u.͘” Anti spoke animatedly, his lips stretched into a fang-bearing grin. “͠Yo̕u̢ may b̶e͞ aşkin̨g̵, wh̕o̢ a͠r̡e th͠ose ͘thr̷ee s͏t͝a̸ndi͜ng be͢hi͏n͟d m̛e?”͠  Anti pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his forehead as he gestures to the three young women off to the side.“W̶e͘l̀ĺ,̢ t͝h̴ey ͠are m̕y ͘m̕od̡e͠r͟a҉t̛o͠r̸s.” He shrugged, that same grin still spread across his face,“S͘o̸m҉e͟ ̡o͠f҉ ̸you ̶ma͘y h̀a̴ve ͝s̨poken to t͝h͞e͝m in the̛ ̡Discord ̡chat, ̵bu͜t ̸f͢o̴r̷ th̕os̴e of you u̷n̨f̕a̡mi͝l̶ìar wi͝ţh͡ them…́ ͝a̕ĺl̀o͏w̴ ͜m̢e̵ t̛o int̕r̨o̧duće ͡t̴he͡m̛ fo̕r ͞th͝ȩ v̵e̴ry ̵f͘ir̸st ̸t̨i͏m͏e.̨” Anti then pivoted on his heel and snapped his fingers at the girl in the middle.  “͝C̡’̴mon͝.“

The brunette girl strode up to Anti while the other two cheered her on in the back. Anyone could tell that she was a natural born leader by the way she held herself: back straight, smile gentle with stern milky brown eyes. Her soft face complimented her gorgeous hair, and pretty features to match. Anti slid off his sunglasses to place them crookedly on her face. She narrowed her eyes at him and pushed them up onto her forehead, opening her mouth to speak. Anti, however, smirked and interrupted her, smirking.

“Okay. I̛nt̀r҉o͝d͟u̕ce ͏you͝r͟sęlf. Go̧ ́on̴.͘ T͠he͜y͠’r̨e͘ a̢l̡l wa̴i͏t͜ing͢.”̡ He waved a hand at her and flopped down in a bright green bean bag chair, drawing a sigh from the girl standing in the front. She ignored him for the time being with a smile directed at the audience of raisins. “I’m Mod S, or Sparrow; I’m the main author/admin of Anti’s blog. I do the asks, most of the reblogs, and the roleplay on discord. Thanks for all your amazing questions and support! Y’all are chill.” S smiled, giving the little raisins a wave and a sarcastic curtsy. Anti grinned proudly at S as she walked away.

“She̷’s my fa͘v͢ourit͡e,”͡  he whispered with a smirk to the audience.

Sparrow then returned back to her group, shoving the light brown haired girl forwards. She had pretty blonde highlights that shined in the white mod room they were in. Given her goofy grin and her posture, anyone could tell that she had an amazing sense of humour- not to mention extremely beautiful.

The eighteen year old stumbled forwards, quickly regaining her balance and twisting around to glare at Sparrow. “Heck,” she stated, then turned back around to face the little raisins. “Hey friendos so uh… I’m Mod T. I do side messages and some reblogs. I also do tag, editing, and formatting for asks and submissions to the blog. I’m also on discord pretty often as my figment Manic. So uh, yeah. Nice to meet y’all. Your support and love has kept us going. You’re all my amazing babes,” she said, then backed away while waving dorkily to the audience.

“̨Sh͞e̛’́s g̀ot͢ n̢ìce ̀l҉e͞g͜s͏,” Anti stated quietly, winking at the audience.

S then pushed a timid blonde girl forwards the oldest (and smallest) mod of nearly nineteen. “Ohp,” she exclaimed before she recovered from the shove, eyes darting around at everyone. “Hey.” She greeted awkwardly, “I’m Mod C. I’m somewhat new to the blog. I do all the art and occasionally some ask edits, tags, etc. I haven’t been here too long but I appreciate the positive hype and comments you’ve given. This blog is not only kept going by us but by your support. We all appreciate it so much.” C said graciously, cupping her face happily.

“T͡h͠ere you̕ ͝go҉,“ Anti said with a cheeky grin. “Àll t̶h̷e ̵mo̢d҉s̢.͘ ͝You͝’r̢é ̢w̴elc͟ǫm̨e̵.͡ A҉n҉yẃays̢, t͢he͞r͞e̢ ̧w̷as͢ a̛ ͜mai͟n ̧po̷i̡n̨t̶ ͢t̢o ̴ąl҉l ţhi͘s̡. A͡s ̕a ͜pres̢en̸t to̷ r͏e͡a͢c̡hi̕ng͏ o̶ur 2k m̢ile̴stone͢… I w̷il͢l o͢p̵e͢n̵ u̸p̡ t͢h̸e as̡k̷ ͢box for͘ ͝yo͏u̧ a̴ll tǫ ͝as͝k̶ th̨e ̛M͘o̷d̨s̛ an͜y͏ q́u͠e̡s̡t̵i̶ons you̢ ͡might͏ h̕ave.͜ ͢W̢e͝’́r̸e goi̡ng͢ to cal̶l̸ ҉įt́ ͘‘̢aśk ţhe mo̶d̵s̶ w̛ee̕k’.͡ Wha̛t̸ ̷that ent͜ai̡l͝s ìs̶..̶.̀q̀u͞esti҉ons fo̕r ̢j̨u͘st t́h̀e̕m͏. A̢ny q͠u͟e͡st͞iǫns ̨directe҉d t̴o̴ ̕me̢ wil̶l͡ ̡no̡t ̧be ąn̕s͠wér̀e̸d̡ u̢ntil the̢ week ̸is o͡ver.̵ ̕Enjo̴y̷ ͝e̢veryo̷ne,͟ ҉I’̶ll ̨se̡e͟ y̡ou̧ ͜all àg͞a͝i̡n͘ i̕n ̡a͠ ҉we͞ek.”