#please just reject me 🧎‍♀️

[bluerevs-a]

[222col]

"i'll sign an autograph later, but right now, you're in my seat." I ALMOST MOANED. The entire fic was the hottest thing i have ever read in my entire life. I know this is probably a bad idea but can you make a part 2 of Womanizer Art where he takes her out and end the night with them sleeping together just for him to stop texting her again but when he asks her to be in a committed relationship she rejects him and tells him to stop texting her. After the rejection Art tries to go back to his old ways sleeping with other girls but they don't feel like y/n or just gets depressed and only focuses on his career but he realizes that he's falling more and more for y/n no matter how hard he tried distracting himself while y/n is living her life as if nothing happened. So Art starts stalking her, going to places she goes and sabotaging her relationships with other men and he keeps texting her and sending her gifts and flowers to her house literally doing the kind of things he's has never done to another woman before until she gives in and agrees to be his girlfriend 😩 pretty please PLEASE PLEAAAAAASE 🧎‍♀️

!!!!!! thank u thank u thank u xxx yes omg love that idea but this will never be as good as @lovetrt's stalker!art but i will try my hardest 🧎🏻‍♀️ part two of this <3 | cw: slight forcefulness

"get out my fucking house." art orders the blonde in his bed when she attempts to hold him. "but-" he cuts her off with just a look. scrambling for her belongings and running out of his room. he slips his boxers back on and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. he sends yet another text to you.

can you stop being a brat and just text me back?

scrolling through the endless messages he's sent you before locking his phone and attempting to sleep once he hears the front door close.

it's been a month since your date with art. he took you to dinner and then of course back to his, where he fucked you silly on his bed again. you stayed the night, had breakfast with him before returning home. you enjoyed the date, and art's company, but as you told him, relationships weren't your thing. art isn't used to being told no, especially from girls, so when you stopped replying to his texts and wouldn't answer calls, he had to take matters into his own hands.

he's been fucking anything that moves and spending all his other free time on the tennis courts. agreeing to more brand campaigns, just in the hope that you'll see him on an ad somewhere and coming running back to his bed. art wakes up the next morning, checking his phone first thing, as he always does now, praying you'll have text him back.

not even if i actually let you fuck me with a racket?

art got in touch with patrick's buddy's now ex-girlfriend, begging for your address, telling her some bullshit like you left your watch at his and he wanted to mail it to you. she doesn't buy it, but she likes art, and does as he asks. he's been sending you flowers and presents every few days, but he knows it's time to take the next step. throwing on shorts, a t-shirt and his baseball cap, he drives to your apartment. there's a coffee shop opposite, ordering a drink and sitting outside, waiting for just a glimpse of you. he's sat there for a while, until the door to your building opens, and he sees you. an oversized t-shirt hides your underwear you lean over and kiss the man you're ushering out the door. art grits his teeth, his mind full of thoughts of fucking you on the stoop of your building.

the guy leaves, looking too smug for art's liking. he can't help himself. running over and stopping him in his tracks. "how do you know that girl?" he asks. "woah, hello? what's it to you, buddy?" the guy questions art. "just fucking tell me." art pushes, closing the distance between them, intimidating him. "she's just some girl i fuck." stepping back away from art. "how often?" art needs to know, he needs to be told you haven't slept with this random gym bro more than you have him. "alright, twenty questions, like twice a week." art's angry, tempted to knock this guy out, except that yeah, art may be taller, but he doesn't think he's as strong. "for how long?" art keeps questioning. "christ man, look i'm sorry if she's your girlfriend or something, i met her like two months ago, we've been hooking up since then." art's eyes narrow, looking down at him. "stay the fuck away from her." he seriously doesn't know what's come over him, normally he can't stand to look at a girl after he's come all over her, but now, here he is, squaring up to a stranger that fucked you.

art comes to the coffee shop opposite your apartment most mornings, warning of any of the guys that you walk to the door. spamming your phone with more and more texts, he can't take it anymore. arriving at the coffee shop again, waiting for you to kick the guy out of your bed. he catches the door to your building as someone leaves, no more than ten minutes after you showed the latest guy out of your apartment. he runs up to your door, turning the handle, silly little girl not locking her door, he thinks as he enters your apartment. you've driven him crazy, he could get anyone else he wanted, but he's here, breaking into your home because the five minutes he sees you every morning aren't enough anymore. he needs to feel you, breath you in, taste you.

there you are, stood in your kitchen, making coffee in nothing more than a bra and panties. he's already hard, coming up behind you, covering your mouth with his hand, immediately kissing your neck. you try to scream, eyes wide as you extend your neck, trying to get a glimpse of your perpetrator. art fucking donaldson. you push your body off of him. "you're a fucking psychopath!" you shout, trying to steady your breath. his hand reaches between your legs. "why are you so wet then?" he's right, you're soaked. you hate how your body is secretly loving what he's doing. he's so fucking desperate for you, you've never seen anything like it. you slap him across the face, he turns back to you, his eyes are dark and he's smirking. he reaches over and grabs you by the throat, "stop acting like you don't want to fuck me right now." a moan escapes your lips, satisfaction spreading over his face.

"tell me, tell me you don't want me to fuck you and i'll leave." pulling you closer by the grip around your neck. you can barely breathe, forcing your words out. "fuck me, please," it takes seconds for him to spin you round and bend you over the counter. pulling your panties down your legs. "good girl, you even said please." he pushes his shorts down his legs, spanking your ass before pushing himself into you. your knuckles turn white, gripping the side of the counter so hard, his hands on your hips, bruising your skin as he thrusts in and out of you. "such a dirty little slut aren't you, baby," he bites your earlobe, all you can do is nod your head as your eyes roll back. he spanks your ass again, gripping and biting and sucking every bit of your skin he can.

"you missed this dick, didn't you princess?" you're not lying when you tell him yes, he's the best sex you've ever had. he lifts one of your legs on to the counter, pushing himself in deeper. it's mere moments before you're a mess before him, screaming his name as you orgasm. he kisses your back as you do, not slowing down until he pushes himself over the line, pulling out of you as his come drips down your legs. you both stay still for a few seconds, collecting your breath before art spins you round to face him. "will you please, please, be my girlfriend, fuck me," he's kissing all over your face. "art, you've only taken me on one date, and i told you, i don't do relationships." he only stops kissing you to reply. "i don't fucking care," he wraps his arms around your naked body. you hate commitment, it petrifies you, but something, somewhere in you is screaming at you to say yes. "if i say yes, will you stop sitting at that damn coffee shop every morning?" you're teasing him, and for the first time, you see art shy. "i'm sorry, i don't know what's happening to me, i'm not usually this fucking obsessive, you've done something to me." his head is buried in the nape of your neck. "fine, yes, i will be your girlfriend." his head shoots up, kissing you so intensely. "fucking finally."

[parkerluvsu]

Sorry if i'm asking for too much but girl we desperately need a full fic of cowboy!Art 🛐. Like Art seeing another cowboy approach you and him feeling so jealous and possessive even you're not his yet and him finally finding the courage to confess his love to you but you reject him or something and he starts working harder to get you to accept him 🧎‍♀️🛐

omg not asking for too much at all!!! tried to make this as long as i could but im just so bad at translating my thoughts to words so.. hope u like it <3 (also no i don't know anything about cowboys or rodeos so please forgive me)

PonyBoy (Art Donaldson)

cowboy! art donaldson x fem! reader

late summer nights in july were always your favorite, the captivating sunsets and low-flying june bugs only adding to your enjoyment. usually, people in your small town could be found smoking or knitting on their creaky front porches on a pretty night like this but tonight was a special occasion, with every person who could manage the walk to the outskirts of town or snag a ride in the bed of a truck packed into the rickety seats of the outdoor arena, waiting for the rodeo show to begin. you near the entrance to the venue, tapping your foot anxiously. the most famous rodeo cowboy in your town, art donaldson, is facing another challenger from the next town over. of course you wanted your cowboy to win, there's always been rivalry between your two towns, and now that there was an outlet to outperform each other, both towns showed out for their cowboys.

art donaldson had been the talk of the town since he hit the scene a couple years ago, renowned for his skills and many trophies in rodeos across the state but especially popular among young women and men who found themselves extremely attracted to his strong frame and pretty blond hair. you never caught onto the craze though, thinking he was too good to be true. you'd been scorned a few times in your life by those pretty cowboy types, so you just leaned back in your seat and watched as fans of art crowded around the entrance where he would soon emerge.

as the lights dim over the arena the crowds roars become louder, the claps and woops of fans young and old echoing through the space. you almost have to cover your ears when the announcer yells at the crowd to settle down and welcome the challenger from the neighboring town. boos and yells now fill the stadium, as arts opponent preens at the attention coming from the crowd, tipping his obscenely huge cowboy hat at you, winking smugly. you roll your eyes, turning your head to the spotlight illuminating the entrance where art would soon emerge. the energy in the arena immediately changed when art entered the ring, and even you couldn't resist standing up and clapping and cheering for him like the rest of the fans in the crowd. you swore you felt his eyes on you when he was waving at the crowd, but you were just imagining it.. right?

the rodeo goes by in a flash, you're not surprised that art comes out on top in the end. he rides his horse in a celebratory circle around the ring, when he gets to your section your stomach drops as he tips his hat at you, a small smirk on his face. you look away, reasoning that he probably does this with every girl he sees, a big celebrity like him is sure to be a playboy.

exiting the arena, you looked for your car in the parking lot, lost in the sea of beat up pickups. not looking where you were going, you suddenly hit a wall of muscle, looking up, immediately annoyed before you notice a familiar smirk. "art.. art donaldson?" you step back, looking around for his roadies and drunk friends that always seem to follow him around. "in the flesh darlin'" he flashes that smirk again and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "no offence but shouldnt you be like at an after party or something? you won today, im sure you'd get free drinks at any bar in town" you don't mean to stereotype him but.. he truly seems like the type to have a different girl hanging off his arm every night. he smiles, "parties ain't really my thing, actually i was hoping id find you out here". you look at him with raised eyebrows, wondering if he's got you mixed up with another girl. "see, well i saw you in the crowd, most people at these things just go crazy for me but, honestly you didn't seem too interested at all" he shrugs. you shake your head, hoping he's not out here to lecture you about his sport, "no, no that's not it.. i just don't exactly have interest in watching men preen themselves, i mean your opponent was being a total duche to me". he frowns immediately, "are you serious? jesus.. im sorry darlin' ill keep my eye out for him, wouldn't want you to get scared and never come see me again.." he trails off. you tap your foot on the ground hoping he'll get to the point soon. art catches your drift, "well anyway, i was wondering if you'd let me prove you wrong, im a little more than a famous cowboy yknow". you look around, almost expecting cameras to pop out and announce you were on some sort of prank show. "are you kidding?" he shakes his head. "listen i.. i don't doubt that you're fun or whatever but i don't date celebrities" you say matter-of-factly. he frowns, finally taking off his hat for the first time that night, letting you see his slightly sweaty blond hair, curled in the heat, "you're kidding. i promise, just lemme take you on one date-" you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips, "i said i don't date celebrities. im flattered really, but i have my morals. goodnight ponyboy" he bristles at the nickname and you giggle, turning quickly and letting out a breath of air you didn't know you were holding. you barely register his call after you, "just gimme a call princess, ill prove you wrong!". you shake your head, finally making it to your car and shutting the door, placing your head on the steering wheel. that couldn't have actually just happened.. the art donaldson hitting on you.. you knew all the girls in your town would kill for a chance to be in your place, and they would never turn him down. driving along the winding roads to your house, you bite your lip, wondering if you made the right choice. shaking your head slightly you push the idea out of your mind, he's probably out finding another girl to flatter and take home. it was settled, you wouldn't think about him anymore. but as your head hit the pillow that night the last thing you thought of was that stupid smirk of his.

the rest of your week goes on like normal, repeating your routine every day, without thought of your weird encounter with art. it's wednesday, meaning the local farmers market is open. you grab your bag and head out into the world, immediately wishing you grabbed a hat to shield you from the sun. making you way down to the center of town, bustling with buyers and sellers of fresh food. you walked around the market, thinking about what you needed, you stopped at a peach stand to look at your list, not noticing who was next to you. "so we meet again sweetheart.." you recognize the drawl of the familiar cowboy next to you, letting out a deep sigh. "are you following me ponyboy?" you question, looking up at his blue eyes, shadowed by his cowboy hat. art shakes his head, chucking at you, and you hate to admit it but it's a very attractive chuckle. "no, 'course not, you turned me down remember? i know when im not wanted.." the way he says that, you almost get offended. "i- you know i didn't mean it like that, i just don't date celebrities, no matter who they are" you say, looking up at the now very confused peach farmer, looking between the both of you. you pay for your peaches and leave, and to your (partial) annoyance you hear arts cowboy boots against the gravel behind you. "can i ask you somethin'?" you nod, and art takes his place at your side. "why don't you date celebrities, just curious of course" you smile, shaking your head, he really won't give up, will he? "well, i guess i just don't think they're real, too good to be true yknow? most of the once ive seen are just total players, i feel like it's in their nature to be greedy and always want more. no offence obviously.." art nods along with what you're saying, truly looking like he's thinking about it. "geez, you're an expert on the topic aren't you? i would hate to find out you think of me that way, cuz i really aint that type of guy" art looks down at you, walking slowly to match your pace. "well.." you look him up and down, "you don't exactly have the presence of someone who likes to keep to themselves" art laughs, now letting silence seep between you as you make your way back to your home. arts quiet presence is surprisingly comforting for a showboat like him, if you closed your eyes you probably wouldn't even notice he was there. reaching the porch of your house you turn to face him, not sure what to say next. art takes off his hat, placing it on his heart, "let me prove you wrong. please, im begging you sweetheart, ill do anything you want me to do to convince you" your eyes widen, shocked at the sudden advance. "you.. aren't gonna let this go are you?" he shakes his head quickly, "not at all, no." you sigh, "you're very sweet art but.. i don't even know you-" he cuts you off. "then get to know me, i won't disappoint you darlin'" you weigh the options in your mind, the cons and the pros of the situation, with art right in front of you, you can't help but take a chance. "alright, alright. one date okay ponyboy? one." his face lights up immediately, placing his hat back on his head. "thank you, thank you seriously, ill prove you wrong about me" you nod at his promise. "i should get inside but.." he nods, looking almost sad at the thought of you leaving. "alright.. ill pick you up tomorrow at seven, does that work for you" he's eager, more eager than you'd expect, and you're flattered. you agree, heading inside and preparing for the next day.

one date turns into two, then three, the next minute you're seeing each other every night. most of the time art comes to your place, he tells you it's because he doesn't really have a permanent residence at the moment, but you know he does it just to get to know you better, peeking through your books and trinkets, looking for something to boost his knowledge about you. he cooks too, something you didn't expect from him at all, to his credit, he's absolutely proving you wrong, but you'd never admit that to him, he's too cocky as it is. he hardly ever talks about rodeo when he's with you, separation of work and pleasure he tells you, but truthfully he just doesn't want you to see him as that celebrity, he just wants to be art with you. and you let him be normal with you, spending lazy days in bed with him, not worrying about anything. you can't imagine your life without him anymore, he's there when you wake up, when you're preparing breakfast and going about your chores for the day, he's there, when you get in bed for the night he's certainly there too. he'd never tell you, but he thanks his lucky stars when you fall asleep in his arms, he shudders thinking about where he'd be if you turned him down. luckily, he'd never have to think about that anymore, now that he was yours, your ponyboy.

[anticapitalistclown]

please please please I beg you for a goo smut 😩 🧎‍♀️

sure!

Kim Joon Goo x fem! reader: the bodyguard, smut scenario

warnings: cheating, nsfw, p in v

you are the soon to be young wife to an important and successful ceo, the problem is that you hardly have time to spend together, making you feel alone, sad and useless, your fiance's rejections makes you feel like you're wasting your youth. Unexpectedly, yours and your fiance's lives got threatened, you wanted to take this opportunity to spend more time with your boyfriend and revive the love so your marriage can be saved, your scum of a boyfriend had other plans though, he hired a good bodyguard for you, so he can keep with his life.

Goo at first hated going to your place, he couldn't understand how Charles sold him like that, he was a grown man, why would he had to take care of a whiny and spoiled rich girl? That's what he thought at first, but then the constant fights between you and your soon to be husband he had to witness, attracted his noisy self to an extent he started to love his job.

He happily hummed while introducing the code of your shared apartment you had with your boyfriend, he took his shoes off and walked inside, already hearing you and your shithead man argue "this was supposed to be your day off!" you followed that man, "business are business" you bite your lips "I'm scared of the recent threatening" you tried to get his attention "I hired a bodyguard for this reason, now shut up and stop being such a hassle" he left, Goo waved goodbye to him. You covered your eyes with your hands trying not to cry in front of Goo, failing at it "oh no, no, poor baby, don't cry" you heard from him, he got closer to you, his hand caressing your hair "what a douche, to reject a lady like you" you left a sob and hugged him "Goo" you cried and he hugged you tightly.

Next thing you knew, you where on the sofa, bouncing on his cock while he kissed your tears away "it" kiss "feels" kiss "good" kiss "right ?" kiss "you wanted this" kiss "and that idiot just ignored you" kiss "how dare he" kiss. You whined at him, your hands holding at his shoulders for support, your head falling back, his fingers pinching at you nipples "aah Goo~ yes feels so so good!~" Goo smiled and kissed your neck "good girl" he sucked at it and then marked a hickey "no, don't mark it" you whined, worried, "or what?" Goo laughed "what are you gonna tell your man, that I did it? that I made you feel good? what are you gonna do? tell me" he grabbed your hips, helping you to bounce on his shaft, your moans increased "tell me y/n, what are you gonna tell him about your hickey?" you hugged him keeping your pace "gonna tell him that Goo takes good care of me!" you cried making him laugh "atta girl" Goo moved your hips faster controlling your pace reaching you close to your orgasm, watching with endearment your face, a face that expressed lust and satisfaction "fuck, like this babe" he moaned "c'mon, cum darling, cum fo'me" he bit your lips while commanding you, you moaned against his lips, your walls squeezing him and finally reaching that orgasm, Goo came just after you.

His hands were massaging your ass, he was surprisingly still hard inside you, his lips crashed yours "more" you moaned "I want more, I need more" Goo hummed and rested his back against the sofa, you started to grind again, fucking yourself on him, your hips and legs were sore from the previous effort making it hard for you to move you pouted at him and whined his name "Goo~" he winked at you "feeling tired already babe?" you whined again "don't worry babe, I got you" he grabbed your hips and got up, still inside you, not wanting to let go of your warmth, holding you with care, a trail of the last clothes you were wearing left an evidence through the way to your bedroom.

He laid you on bed his hands roaming your body, he grabbed your left leg and placed on his shoulder, your right leg was resting on the mattress, his lips kissed your left ankle while his arms hugged the leg, while he started to pound into you, it was a new feeling to you, you grabbed onto the sheets and moaned a way you never thought you could, it was so hot, and he made sure you knew it "fuck, y/n, you're making it so hot" he kissed your ankle, his words making you moan "that's it, tell me, tell me, who makes you feel good, me or the idiot of your man?" he teased you "you" you replied without hesitation "you, Goo" Goo increased the speed reaching that spot, bulling your hole "fuck" he moaned, your walls contracted again, his cock was twitching inside you "fuck" he moaned again, you managed to call his name "Goo, your moans are so hot~" he whimpered from your words and the view you gave him, his head felt back and his strokes went deeper "babe you're gonna make me cum" you salivated at his words, also at the show he was giving you "I'm close too Goo" he got closer, your knee now at the level of his ear, your walls sucking him hard, you both opening your mouths in a silent moan and reaching your high.

Goo hugged you, your lips kissing his jaw, nose, forehead and lips, his hands trailing your body, up and down, with a warmth and care you missed and needed so much.

Weeks passed and the threatening didn't stop, your soon to be husband was a bit worried about you, not because of your health, but because you didn't make any tantrums recently. You kissed his cheek "don't come too late, alright?" he nod and walked out of your apartment, your bodyguard went in, he took off his shoes and waved him "good morning miss" he hurried his way to you, stealing a smile from you. "remember me to put some cameras at home" your fiancé warned his assistants.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

can i please request a rowaelin x reader where reader does dark magic and she hides it from them bc she likes to be viewed as pure and innocent when she’s just as cunning and conniving as ever. They find out and are over the moon and a bit turned on bc they didn’t think she had any magic

👀🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ please i’ll pay you🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

author note: i loved writing this!!!! Halloween is getting closer and I think the spirit of Halloween has gotten inside me.

𝕲𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙, 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖎𝖙? (𝕽𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNINGS: suggestive, use of dark magic

Nobody knew your secret.

Not even your mates knew.

Dark magic had never been seen well, in fact, you could say it was taboo.

The mere mention of this type of magic made even the most experienced warrior, who had seen things that no normal person could see, begin to tremble.

And you had this kind of magic.

Everyone thought you were one of the purest people there was. Well, that's what you wanted them to see. Sweet, loving, pure... All that to hide your true nature.

You weren't evil. Not like Maeve. But when you used dark magic... you transformed, and that good girl mask fell, revealing your true personality.

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It was the night of the full moon and Shammuin. The best night to practice and let your magic out.

You waited until Aelin and Rowan were sleeping to get out of bed and go to the abandoned temple deep in Oakwald. You had discovered it when one day you decided to walk around it, and you found it by chance or it had found you.

There was no cloud, so the moon illuminated the entire path to the temple. Your black dress and your cape of the same color created a sea of ​​darkness behind you. If anyone saw you now, they would think that death had come to pick them up.

You arrived at the temple, opening the door that you had been able to fix, as well as the roof and windows. You take off your cloak and with a movement of your hand the candles light up and with another movement the curtains close.

You approach the table where the books and more utensils you normally use are laid out.

And opening the book to the appropriate page, you begin.

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Aelin knew you were hiding something. Rowan too. So, when you sneaked out of the room that night, they decided to follow you.

They never thought that was your secret.

Carefully, they opened the door just enough to see inside. Dark magic. That was your secret.

They weren't angry with you, more disappointed because they thought you couldn't trust them, but they partly understood. Dark magic was taboo.

They opened the door a little more and saw how you were kneeling in the middle of the room.

You were saying something they couldn't hear, but they were captivated by you.

You raise your hands and throw your head back, giving thanks to Hecate on that magical night, where the threshold between the living and the dead was narrowest, and you could feel your ancestors and their magic.

The silver necklaces sparkled in the candlelight.

You get up and start dancing. And Rowan and Aelin were fascinated.

The dance was magical, something they had never seen before. Your body contorted creating shapes while you sang and danced to the rhythm of a song that could not be heard but could be felt in the air.

The dance was sensual and fascinating. An invitation to the dead.

They decided to go in and close the door behind them, closing the door with magic so that no one could enter.

At that moment you stop dancing, and your back exposed by the dress is the only thing they can see.

“I knew it wouldn't take long for you to find out.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I was afraid that you would reject me.”

You notice how they approach you. Aelin stays behind you and Rowan positions himself in front.

You look up, meeting his green eyes, in them, you noticed a little disappointment that was overshadowed by lust.

Rowan notices how your breath catches in your throat and you hear a small laugh behind you.

Aelin's hands run over your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine.

Rowan brushes the hair from your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on it, tracing your collarbone to your neck. A breathy sigh leaves your lips.

“Tonight, you are going to be our goddess and we are going to worship you in every way possible.”

You notice Aelin's breathing near the other side of your neck. Her lips travel a slow path to your ear, where he bites your earlobe gently and then whispers:

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.