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۫ ꣑ৎ alfie buttle + joe weller

yes please🙏🙏

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three stories in twenty one hours, convinced he’s been hacked.

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look at hiiim

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i have been trying to come up with something to say since i woke up, but i just don’t want to believe that this actually happened

im leaving today but i need to say this before i go

i am absolutely disgusted and horrified by the post that went up while i was sleeping last night. i cannot believe that someone has so much HATE in their heart that they would share things like that about some of my friends. even if you are upset, sharing sensitive information like that is NEVER okay. it screams, “i’m guilty and i’m going to hurt everyone else in the process!”

i feel so unbelievably angry. i have loved every moment of getting to know the people on the @ukytblr discord, and the fact that it has been used and violated by a certain individual is absolutely nauseating. our admins created a space for us to feel safe and seen, and all of the members have made me feel so seen. they have all been welcoming, supportive, and so so kind.

when i woke up this morning, the first thing i did was check my messages. that should tell you everything you need to know about how much this space meant to all of us.

if you are seeing this, please don’t read the post. it shares some incredibly private information that was shared between people who we thought were friends. i will not be sharing the post or the user for that reason. i have reported them, and i hope it will be taken down soon.

to my friends who have been affected by this, my heart is hurting for you. i hope you know that i am always here for you, and i hope you can heal from this. 🤍 please message me on here or discord if you ever need to talk.

i love you all. if this has been triggering or difficult for you, please do not hesitate to reach out to me.

-m ❤️‍🩹

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addressing @lanaclarke’s insane post.

first and foremost DO NOT READ IT! it contains private information shared by members of the network. All the information shared was between friends and people who have trust and love for each other.

“lana” claimed we kicked her before asking about the pictures. let me give you some context for that one. she said they were posted on her pinterest. mind you, this person said her name was lana. the pictures one of our members stumbled upon on pinterest were posted by a girl named anna and linked to her instagram. which stated she was 20. and i’m sorry - but why would you claim to be 18, born in 2007 but then have your instagram say you’re 20? not to mention she told us she is from australia and shared a picture of her in swim wear on the beach, saying she went to the beach when it’s currently winter in australia.

we kicked her because we suspected catfishing. she had every chance to defend herself - i never blocked her on discord. and i hadn’t blocked her on here up until a few days after the kick.

now what’s really concerning - the private stories she shared had been posted after we had kicked her. which means someone either decided to share them with her OR she has a second account she never disclosed and joined through that. which, i think we can all agree on, is insane.

for that reason, I have kicked everyone from the server for now, adding people back after a throughout discussion with my co-admin.

whatever the fuck is going on, i can and will not stand for it. oh, and the “talking bad about ppl behind their backs?” bffr - we criticised someone for using ai to write their fics - if you don’t see anything wrong with that… that’s a you problem.

i’m very sorry to all of our members for this happening, i am truly dumbfounded and horrified. well message you all once we’ve sorted out what to do.

much love,

mitchie & g

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hi friends!!

im leaving tmrw for a long camping/hiking trip

i will be gone for at least six weeks, and will be unable to write during that time

i will have limited access to internet and even phone service, but i may pop in and post a few updates every once in a while 💘

if you need recommendations for some fantastic writers in the meantime, head over to @ukytblr for some great fics and wonderful authors

see you soon!! ☺️

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I'm in love oh my god 😍😍

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chris has always been good at making space for conversations about mental health and this might just be my background in stem and experiences with research but the fact that’s he’s ALSO cited peer reviewed journal articles just makes it better - it’s so easy to just make claims online (lowering cortisol and balancing hormones influencers i’m looking at you) but he’s got evidence and it makes me so much more appreciative that he’s done the research

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New social media au photo unlocked🔓🤭

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blue eyed bet pt 2 - george clarkey x reader

summary: you deal with the aftermath of finding out your boyfriend asked you out on a bet - 2.3k words

pt 1

i was struggling with this a bit, but the lovely @pretendyoucantseeme helped me brainstorm! so if you were fighting for your life waiting for this, go tell her thank you lololol. anyways this is the longest fic i have ever posted and i was mad when i wrote it so good luck!

hope y'all don't hate it!

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Your head was pounding. After leaving George standing in the doorway of his flat, you called your best friend. She picked you up, and took you home, before letting you cry on her shoulder all night. That was four days ago.

You had been sulking in bed for four whole days. The curtains were drawn, there was an empty tub of ice cream on the nightstand, and you were under a weighted blanket. The lights were off, but the room was being illuminated by the dull light of the television. The scene in your bedroom looked like a cliche painting, depicting heartbreak in its most basic form. George had texted you. Chris had texted you. Both Arthurs had texted you. You could not bring yourself to reply to any of them, especially George, while you could still feel the ache in your chest.

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from the raunchy reality show on the TV. You made no effort to get up. Let them think I’m not home. The knock sounded again, a bit louder this time. Fuck me, you thought, rubbing your puffy eyes. You hauled yourself out of bed and threw on the nearest sweatshirt, not bothering to deal with the birds-nest situation on top of your head. The person at the door knocked again. 

“Fucking shit, I’m coming! Damn!” You yelled out, growing irritated. As your hand touched the door knob, you had a realization and paused.

“If your name is George Clarke, go away,” you spoke to the person through the door.

“My name is not George Clarke,” the unmistakable, muffled voice of Chris Dixon replied.

Cracking the door open in shock, your eyes landed on Chris. He looked tired, you could see it in his eyes and slightly disheveled hair.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, trying to scrub the crusted tears off your cheeks with your hand. 

“(Y/N), no one has heard from you in four days. You are my friend. I needed to make sure you were at least alive, and I want to talk to you.”

You eyed him warily. He looked sincere, and there was a hint of desperation in his expression.

“Can I come in?” He asked you, gesturing slightly with his hand. 

You didn’t respond, but opened the door wider, allowing him to enter. You followed Chris to the couch, opting to sit in the chair across from him. You folded your hands in your lap and avoided looking directly into his eyes. 

“George doesn’t know I’m here,” he started, before pausing and taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts. “I wanted to explain myself, because you deserve to know what happened that night.”

You peered out the window, and focused on your breathing, “go on.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his hands. His eyes were trained on the ground in shame, “I was not aware that you did not know about the bet. Obviously. I would like to start out by saying that you should have known a long time ago.”

He paused. You couldn’t move if you tried.

“George had noticed you early on, that night,” he continued. “He mentioned something offhand about the beautiful girl across the room, but no one really took him seriously. Arthur noticed when you started staring at George from the bar. Then, you started to leave. George was too shy to chase you down, so I offered him twenty pounds if he could get your number and ask you on a date. (Y/N) I swear on my life it was nothing malicious. We were not making fun of you, and I was not trying to be a dickhead. I was just trying to get my friend to make a move on the woman he had been sneaking glances at all night. I’m not trying to make excuses, what we did was wrong, but we all truly love and care about you. You deserved to know the truth.”

You curled into your chair, tucking your feet under you and placing your fist under your chin. You could feel Chris’s eyes on you but you kept your gaze firmly on the window. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest and your mind was racing with thoughts. 

One thought in particular emerged ahead of the others. Your lips were moving before you had a chance to consider your words.

“How is George?” You blurted out, the first words you had spoken since you sat down with Chris. 

He looked startled for a moment, but composed himself quickly. “He’s, uh, he’s not handling this very well. He misses you… wants to make things right.”

You cut your eyes back to Chris, making eye contact with him. He had given you some things to think about. “Thanks for stopping by, Chris.”

He pressed his lips together in a tight smile and rose out of his chair. You stayed put as he walked to the door, your eyes back on the window. The door squeaked as Chris opened it.

“(Y/N)?” He called, causing you to turn your head towards him, “I hope you know how sorry I am. Truly.”

You nodded as he shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in your thoughts once again.

Eventually, you lumbered back into your room. You were still trying to work through the information that Chris had given you, and pondering if it made a difference at all. Your phone lit up with a notification, grabbing your attention. It was just an email, but it reminded you of all your unread texts.

Picking up your phone, you took a deep breath and willed yourself to open the messages from George.

georgie <3 

Four days ago: 

(Y/N) I am so sorry please let me explain

I am the biggest idiot on the planet

Let me know you’re safe please

Three days ago:

(Y/N) please just tell me you made it home safe

I know you don’t want to talk to me, text Chris or Arthur or someone please I just want to know you’re safe

Two days ago:

I wouldn’t talk to me right now either. I will give you all the space you need. If you want to talk, please text me

You sighed, loudly, and brought your hand up to your mouth to chew on a fingernail. You love George, but was this something you could forgive? He had betrayed your trust in so many ways, and lied to you several times over the course of your relationship. Your mind began to wander, imagining the worst case scenarios. You needed answers: real answers. Answers that you could only get from George. Your fingers were dancing across the screen before you could talk yourself out of it.

send to georgie <3 ?

I want to talk to you. In person. Come to mine?

You pressed send and immediately set your phone face down, trying to control your nerves. He replied less than a minute later.

georgie <3 

I’ll be there in 20

Twenty minutes flew by, mainly due to your panicked cleaning and fretting over your appearance. For the second time that day, a knock sounded at your door. You took a deep breath before opening the door, but nothing could have prepared you for what you saw. 

George’s gorgeous blue eyes were dull, seemingly held up by the dark circles under them. The usually pristine, curly mullet was flat and lifeless. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept since the last time you saw him. In one of his hands he held a bouquet of pink stargazer lilies, your favorite flower. 

George ran his other hand through his hair, ruffling it, “These are for you. They're your favorite, right?” He lifted his arm, offering the bouquet of flowers to you. You blinked at him. He had brought you flowers a million times before, but this felt different, like it was more intentional. 

Your mouth twitched, not a smile but the ghost of one. “Thank you, George,” you spoke softly as you took the flowers out of his hand, “come, sit while I put these in a vase.” He nodded and made his way to the couch, ironically sitting in the exact same spot that Chris had chosen. His eyes lingered on you as you filled a vase with water and delicately placed the lilies inside. No one said a word.

You sat across from him, in the same chair that you did earlier. You were glad he brought you flowers, it gave you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“(Y/N), I-” he started, but you cut him off.

“No. I’m going first,” his eyes widened slightly but you continued. “George, I have never been as angry in my entire life than I am at you right now. I feel like you played me. You lied to me. You betrayed my trust. I’ve spent four days wondering if any of it was real at all.”

His face crumbled at the last sentence, but he did not interrupt you.

“George, I love you. I love you so deeply that there has been a real ache in my chest for four days. That is why I am willing to hear you out. So please, say what you came to say.”

His eyes found yours; melancholic yearning was written on his face. The eyes you loved to get lost in suddenly brought about a simple wariness in your mind.

“The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you,” he choked out, voice cracking with emotion. You longed to reach out and comfort him, but the walls you had built up kept you from moving.

“I am so sorry for not telling you about the bet, (Y/N). I should have told you on our first date, but I didn’t. I chickened out. You were so amazing, and we were having such a good time. I didn’t want to ruin it. Fuck, I should have told you that day.” He ran his fingers through his hair again; he was nervous.

“I don’t know how I can make this up to you, but I will do anything. I will get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness (Y/N).”

Your heart lurched, and a few tears trickled down your cheek, “George, how can I trust you? How can I trust anything you’ve ever said to me?”

He straightens his back, locking his gorgeous blue eyes on your teary ones. “Everything was real, (Y/N). I know you. I know you and I love everything about you. I know that you take your coffee with cream and just a touch of sugar. You write in your journal every morning while you drink it. I know that you love Indian food, but you’ll only buy it from that place down the street because you found out the owners are working to pay for their daughters' schooling.” 

Your tears were flowing freely now.

“I know you love animals,” he continued, “and I would never take you to a zoo unless conservation and rehabilitation were clearly part of their mission, because I know how passionate you are about it. I know that you scrunch your nose when you concentrate, and cry when you’re nervous. Your favorite flowers are pink stargazer lilies, and you only eat tomatoes if they’re in pasta sauce. You love it when I kiss your forehead, and hold your hand in crowded places. Every time you watch a new movie you end up crying because you get attached to the characters. You have so much love in your heart for everyone around you, even people who don’t deserve it, and strangers.”

You were sobbing at this point, feeling the intense emotion in his words. He moved off the couch, falling to his knees at your feet. “May I?” He asked, gesturing at your hands. You said nothing, but nodded your head, giving him permission to grab your hands. He held them softly, like he was scared of breaking you, and resumed his monologue. 

“(Y/N), I know you and I love you. I should have told you about the bet from the start. All I know is that it played no part in the real love I have for you. It stopped being a bet for me as soon as I started talking to you. There is nothing more real than my love for you. Please, give me another chance. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

You squeezed his hands before releasing them. He looked defeated, but only for a moment as you grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. There was no hesitation, he kissed you back immediately. The kiss was full of desperation and longing, like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally been brought back together. As your lips moved against his, you could feel the hot tears begin to slide down his face. 

You pulled back, breaking the kiss. Taking in the tear stained face of the man in front of you, still on his knees at your feet, you knew he meant every word he said. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you whispered, cracking a half-hearted smile, “but I’ll give you another chance, George Clarke. Please don’t break my heart again.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” he said back with a sincere smile. For the first time in four days, the stars were shining in his gorgeous blue eyes once again.

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Still thinking of these photos

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pllssss do a part 2 to blue eyed bet!!

ok 😈

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AB in Monaco

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Just gonna leave this here🧎‍♀️

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my man my man MY MANNNNN

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blue eyed bet - george clarkey x reader

summary: you met a gorgeous blue eyed man at the club, whom you eventually grow to love. things take a turn when to come to understand the terms of your initial interaction. - 1.4k words

this is the first time i have ever written angst in my LIFE. i hope it doesn't suck hahaha. i might write part two of this idk

hope y'all don't hate it!

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The thumping bass and pulsing lights of the club were giving you a headache. It was your friend's birthday, so you agreed to go out for the night, but you quickly began to regret your decision. The soles of your shoes were sticking to the floor as you leaned onto the cool counter in front of you. You had been standing there for several minutes, and had yet to catch the attention of any of the bustling bartenders. Sighing in defeat, you turned around and placed your elbows on the bar, taking in your surroundings. 

Nothing looked out of place for a rowdy pub on a Saturday night. There were couples pressed into dark corners, drunk girls singing horribly off key, and plenty of rambunctious groups of men downing pints in quick succession. Your gaze lingered on a group of friends in the corner. They seemed significantly less boisterous, but you could tell they were still having fun. The one in the middle looked like the kind of man that love stories were written about. 

You tilted your head to the side and studied him quietly from across the room. His features were chiseled, but paired with an unexplainable softness that made your head spin. His curly hair was cut into a mullet, and the scar on his eyebrow intrigued you. He glowed with an attractive sense of confidence, and you took note of the way his eyes lit up as he looked at his friends. Then, there was his smile. You felt your heart skip a beat when he laughed, and you swore the whole room lit up. His smile was so unbelievably charming, and you suddenly found yourself wanting to be the reason for it. You were lost in your thoughts when a pair of breathtakingly blue eyes met yours.

Shit you thought. He caught you staring. You averted your eyes without a second thought, and decided it was time to make your exit. After weaving your way back to the table that your friends had claimed, you said a few quick goodbyes and made a break for the door. 

It was quiet outside, the bumping beat reduced to a dull thud, and you felt like you could breathe for the first time in hours. You had only made it a few steps down the damp pavement when you heard a voice behind you. 

“Hey!” The voice called, drawing your attention. Please don’t be a creep you thought I don’t have the energy to deal with that. You gripped your purse tighter, and flicked your hair over your shoulder as you turned towards the commotion. 

Your nervous eyes met those beautiful blue eyes for the second time.

“Are you heading out?” The gorgeous mystery man asked. “I was just inside working up the courage to come speak to you.”

You blinked your eyes, feeling the blush reach your cheeks. You were thankful that they were already flushed from the alcohol. 

“That’s funny,” you retorted, “I was running away because you caught me staring.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, “Well if you want to run, I won’t try to stop you.” He paused for a beat, “but I would prefer if you left me with your number.”

Your mouth twitched, almost a smile, “I think we could work something out.”

You dug in your purse for a pen, grabbed his hand, and scribbled your number onto the top of it.

“Call me,” you suggested, quirking an eyebrow in his direction. 

He returned your alluring gaze, offering you a wink as you turned around and continued down the street.

When you turned the corner you glanced behind you to find him watching you walk away, and you realized you never got his name. 

-

His name was George, at least that’s what the first text he sent you implied. He asked you out to dinner, and you were happy to join him on what would become the first of many dates. He was perfect; charming, funny, and thoughtful. The love that had bloomed between the two of you was undeniable. Now, it had been nearly seven months since that fateful encounter outside the club, and you and George were only growing more in love. 

The couch at Casa Clarke-Dixon-Hill was beginning to form a you sized dent in the cushion. You loved spending time getting to know George’s friends, who you learned were with him at the club that night. 

It was just past midnight on a Friday, and you were occupying your spot on the couch. George had wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to snuggle into his side comfortably. Chris and Arthur were scattered around the room as well, and all four of you were somewhere between buzzed and tipsy. 

“No, mate, I promise!” Chris laughed out, “I was not into that girl at all.”

“Whatever,” Arthur argued, “I could see you giving her heart eyes from five people over.”

You turned to George, who looked amused at his friends bickering, and muttered, “what are you doing tomorrow?” 

His eyes cut down to meet yours, “well you mentioned that new Café down the street. Since you’re staying here tonight we could go in the morning?”

Your face lit up, “oh, that sounds lovely.”

George pressed his lips to your temple, “well let’s plan on that then.”

The two of you were so caught up in each other, you failed to notice that Chris and Arthur had ceased their bickering and turned their attention to you and George.

“Oh my. Isn’t that so sweet, Christopher. I feel a tear coming.” Arthur teased, fanning his eyes.

Chris chuckled at his roommate, before turning thoughtful. “It’s crazy to think that all of this,” he waved his hand towards the couch, “happened because I bet George twenty pounds he couldn’t get her number.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

George immediately stiffened next to you, but no words touched his lips. You pulled out of his grasp, and he let you.

Chris’s laughter died down when he noticed the shock on your face. His eyes jumped back and forth between your stunned face and George’s panic filled eyes. 

Chris exchanged an alarmed look with Arthur as you turned and spoke directly to George, “What did he just say?”

George refused to meet your eyes, keeping his head straight forward. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. It appeared he was at a loss for words. 

You glanced across the room, taking in the wide eyes of both Chris and Arthur. Neither of them daring to break the silence. An ache settled into your chest as you returned your gaze to George. 

“George?” You felt the ache in your chest growing deeper with each second that passed in silence. 

His eyes were glued to the floor. 

“Is that true? That’s why you followed me out into the street?” You questioned him, brows furrowed in distress.

His beautiful blue eyes, full of regret, met yours for the first time since Chris revealed his secret. “Yes.”

The tears were sliding down your face before you could stop them. George reached out towards you, but you moved away quickly. Your breathing quickened, you needed to get out of there. You needed to be anywhere else but where you were. You needed to escape the watchful eyes of your lying boyfriend and his flatmates. 

You stood quickly and grabbed your bag off the ground. Chris and Arthur watched in horror as you hurried towards the door. You heard George call your name, but you did not stop until your hand was wrapped around the door handle. Grounding yourself of the cold metal of the handle, you turned and leveled your teary eyes on your boyfriend. He was standing several steps away, looking absolutely defeated. 

“Please-” he started, his voice trembling.

“No.” You cut him off. “Don’t call me, George.”

With those final words you pulled the door open, forcing yourself out without a backwards glance, and slammed it behind you.

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Publishing your work online and wanting the approval of your audience makes it hard to remember sometimes that you don't owe anyone your creativity. Sure, it's a give and take. You bless them with your work and they show gratitude. But one does not dictate the other.

Write and create when you feel like it, not because you feel forced to satisfy someone else.