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munsonsmixtapes · 29 days ago

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Underneath the Moonlight

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Sex on the beach with Simon

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) nipple play, body insecurity

This is once again in collaboration with @the-witty-pen-name

The sun beats down on the sand as you sit on your towel where you sit next to Simon who’s reading the book you recommended to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and skim the pages as his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He turns and presses a kiss to your forehead before turning back to the book.

This vacation for the two of you was long overdue. After weeks of planning, the two of you are finally relaxed. It took some convincing to get Simon to agree to take some time off, but after showing him the numerous new bikinis you’d added to your cart, he was quick to submit the request for the vacation. He surprised you with round trip plane tickets and a room booked at an all inclusive resort as soon as he got it approved.

Simon would have never considered himself a beach person, but he found himself enjoying things he never did before now that he’s found you. He hated time off, leaving him too much time to be left with his racing thoughts. Now, he’s counting down the seconds when he’s away until he can return home to do nothing with you. You ground him in ways you’ll never fully know. The old him would complain about the heat and the sand and the crowds, but with you? None of those things even cross his mind anymore.

“What do you think so far?” You ask, turning your head and studying his face as he reads. He looks so good like this- sun-kissed and worry free, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as his blue eyes scan the words on the pages.

“I like it about the same as when you asked me three pages ago,” he smiles, amused by how giddy you seem to be as he reads. “It’s great- stop spoiling it when I’m getting to a good part.” He chuckles as you scoff, gasping in offense.

“I am not!” You say, crossing your arms across your chest.

“You keep staring at me when something is about to happen,” he points out and you feel your face flush when you realize he’s right.

“Sorry,” you mumble with a shy smile. You lay back down, closing your eyes as you try to tan and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you again.

You don’t want tan lines so you untie the strings of your top, keeping yourself covered as you lay on your back. You smile to yourself, feeling Simon’s eyes on you having pulled his attention away from the book. You feel his hand gently rubbing your back, tracing shapes mindlessly on your soft skin as he returns back to reading.

The sun feels so good on your skin, and you can just feel all the tension in your body practically melt into the sand underneath your towel.

“Si?” You ask, turning your head towards him.

“Hmm?” He replies, pulling his attention from the book in his lap to you. He tucks your hair that’s fallen out of place behind your ear.

“Could you help get my back? I think I need to reapply.”

He drops the book so quickly that it makes you giggle.

“You didn’t save your page,” you point out and he waves it off as he grabs the bottle of sunscreen from your bag.

“I’ll find it,” he muses, too preoccupied with you to care in the least as pours some lotion into his palm. “My girl needs me.”

Simon pulls the sunscreen bottle out of your bag and squirts some into his hand before rubbing it into your back until the white turns clear. He’s always so gentle with it, almost like he’s afraid that he’s going to hurt you.

Once he’s done, he presses a kiss to each shoulder then goes back to his book, so invested in the story that he’s hunched over, his face only inches from the page. This is so unlike anything else he’s read, but he’s really enjoying it.

What he’s not expecting, though, is the smut scene. He’s heard of it but wasn’t expecting to be seeing it in a book you recommended to him. He knows that maybe he shouldn’t be reading this in public, but he doesn’t care. He has to know what happens and he wonders what if it will maybe give him some pointers.

As the sun goes down and the heat dissipates, the two of you stay there as everyone packs up to go home. Pretty soon, you’re the only ones on the beach and Simon is really looking forward to taking advantage of that.

His lips press against your cheek again and again as he pulls you into his lap. You’re both giggling as he lies down on the towel, his hands tangling in your hair as you kiss his lips. It gets progressively more heated, all teeth and tongues as his slides into your mouth.

“I need you,” he says against your lips and when you feel his cock hardening against you. You want to say yes, to give into him when he’s so needy like this, but you can’t. He’s seen you naked more times than either of you can count so you don’t know why you feel so insecure tonight.

Your heart pounds in your chest and you have no idea why the thought of taking off your swimsuit is making you feel sick. Your breathing is getting heavy and you turn away when he reaches up to wipe away the tear that has fallen down your cheek.

You wipe it away with the back of your hand then stand to your feet before packing up your stuff. You feel like such a jerk but you just can’t do this right now. Not here. You're hot and sweaty and the sunscreen is making you feel like you need a shower.

You try to blink your tears away, avoiding his gaze but feel him hovering over you. He has no idea what’s going on and even though he knows you like the back of his hand, he can’t figure this one out. It’s just a giant question mark and it’s driving him crazy.

He’s mad at himself, convinced that he pressured you into something that you weren’t ready for. And now he’s going to spend the rest of the night trying to make it up to you.

“Darling, what’s going on?” He asks, his hand on your shoulder and you shake it off, so overwhelmed, so overstimulated by everything. You just want to go back to the hotel and take a shower and go to sleep.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, moving to pick up your towel but Simon stops you. Your eyes snap up to his and you hate the way he’s looking at you, like you’re this fragile thing that he needs to fix. “I just want to go back to the hotel.”

“Did I do something?” You turn away but still feel his gaze burning into you. Now you feel like a dick. He’s being so sweet and you don’t know why you’re shutting him out. He cares for you, would never hurt you and now you’re hurting him. All because you’re feeling bad about yourself.

That’s why you don’t want to sleep with him right now. You’re not feeling like yourself in your body, like when you look in the mirror, you don’t look the same. You’ve put on weight since you started dating Simon and now it’s starting to show. You don’t know why you’re so embarrassed. Body changes are normal and you know you shouldn’t be so insecure about it, that Simon would worship the fuck out of you, but now you don’t want him to see you. Not when you look like this.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m just tired, okay?” Simon knows he should let it go but he can’t. He needs to get to the bottom of whatever is going on so he can fix it. He hates that you feel like this. He just wants to see his girl smile again.

“Baby please,” he says, dropping to the sand in front of you. “Whatever it is, I’ll fix it. Just-please.” He’s begging now, his hands grabbing hold of your waist as he presses his forehead against your stomach. You want to push him away but you feel like you need to let him have this.

He’s so desperate to make things right and you know you need to tell him that he’s not the problem. But you love seeing him like this-on his knees, pleading like he does best.

“Please,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your stomach before looking up at you. “Please let me make you feel good, darling.” You feel like you’re about to drop to your knees, his words making you feel like you could collapse. He always knows exactly what to say to make you dizzy.

Tears well up in your eyes again as you run your hands through his hair. You want to, you want to so badly, but there’s still the roadblock in your way. The insecurity is full force as you think about how disgusted you felt looking in the mirror. That’s the whole reason why you’ve been wearing your cover up all day except for when you were tanning.

“I can’t,” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper as you choke back your sobs. “I’m sorry.”

Simon pulls away and looks up at you, his own eyes turning glassy as he sees that you’re crying. He feels his heart break into a million tiny pieces as he stands to his feet, seeing that you’re sobbing now. He says nothing and pulls you into his arms, his hands running up and down your back as a way to comfort you.

“I-I don’t want you to see me. To see my body.”

“What?” Now he’s genuinely confused, having no idea what you could possibly mean by that.

“I’ve put on weight Simon. Why do you think I’ve been wearing big t-shirts?” He thought it was just a style choice, not that you were hiding your body. And now his heart is somehow breaking even more at this revelation.

“So what if you’ve put on weight?” He asks, his hands moving up to cradle your face so you’ll look him in the eyes. “Do you really think I care about that?”

“No, but I do. I look…different.”

“So what? It’s just more to love, right? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I do want you to know that I love you no matter what you look like. You’re it for me, darling. And there will never be anyone else who is perfect enough.”

You’re both crying now, holding onto each other tightly. You grab onto his shirt, pulling him into a kiss and it’s like all of your worries melt away. His hands have a firm hold on your hips and you don’t even care when they slide up your top, resting on your bare skin.

You suddenly need him, desperate to have him take you right here on your towel. You feel like you’re finally ready now that you’ve told him the truth. It didn’t completely fix the problem, but you at least feel comfortable enough to show him your naked body.

You both sink to the towel on your knees and you push him back so he’s lying down before you straddle his waist. You’ve got that look in your eye that tells him that you’re the boss tonight and he’s more than okay with that.

Your shirt comes off and so does his, both of them landing in a pile on top of the towel. You lean forward and grab hold of his hands, leading them to your back. His hands untie your bikini top which falls onto his stomach. Simon picks it up and tosses it into the pile as you lean up, letting him take in your naked torso.

“Darling,” he gasps, his hands moving down your back, fingers giving it a featherlight touch as they dance across it. “You’re beautiful.”

“Really?” You ask. “Do you still want to show me how much?”

“Fuck yes,” he breathes and you lean down, pressing your lips to his again as his hands slide around to your chest, his thumbs massaging your nipples. You moan into his mouth and he’s now hard beyond belief against you. You start to grind against him and it’s turn to moan now, untying both sides of your bottoms and you pull them out from underneath you. You then pull down his swim trunks, still grinding against him as he continues to play with your nipples.

He finishes the job and barely has any time to register what’s happening before you top him. He looks up at you as you guide his hands to your hips, taking in the view of you riding him while the moon is behind you. It’s shining down on you, giving you this beautiful glow and god, he doesn’t think you’ve been more beautiful than you are now.

Your hands reach up and play with your nipples, moaning loudly as you do so. He needs something to remember this moment, watching this beautiful woman bouncing on his cock as she pleasures herself. And she’s all his. What did he do to deserve this?

He reaches for his phone to snap a quick picture and you catch him, moaning even louder as he takes the photo. Yeah, he’s definitely saving this one for when he needs relief when you’re not around to give it to him.

“So fucking hot, darling,” he rasps as his phone is tossed to the side, He grabs hold of your waist again and begins to buck his hips against yours, pumping harder and harder as your bounces get more progressive.

Your hands leave your chest and move to his shoulders, moving even faster. This is the prettiest you’ve felt in so long and now you feel so silly for having denied him for so long. After this, you’re not sure you’re going to be able to leave the hotel room for the rest of the vacation. You can imagine being tangled up in the sheets for hours on end, only taking breaks for meals. And you know that Simon would be more than happy to agree to that idea.

“You’re the hot one,” you reply. “Walking around here in those tight shorts. You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

“I knew you’d like them,” he smirks smugly. “You’re such a little whore, aren’t you?” He asks, picking up the pace to match yours.

“If anyone’s the whore here, it’s you. You’re the one reading smut on the beach.”

“In my defense, I didn’t know it had smut until I was halfway into it. How was I supposed to know that a book with a cartoon cover contained such filth?”

“Did you like it, though?”

“I did,” he replies with a nod. “Gave me some pointers.” With that, he flips you over so you’re on the bottom. He hovers over you, his lips finding yours in a brief kiss before he kisses his way down your torso before pulling your nipple into your mouth. He licks and sucks on it before biting down, making you moan louder than he thinks you ever have before. You clench around him and he pounds into you again over and over until you’re coming, his name falling from your lips in a loud scream.

He keeps going, seeing how many times he can get you there, but he’s orgasming before that, neither of you caring that he’s unloading inside you before he collapses on top of you. Once you both come down, Simon gathers your clothes, wrapping yourselves up in your towels before heading to the shower where you clean up. He then loans you his shirt to cover up while he puts his trunks back on before leading you back to your room where you go for round two.

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eyeritestuff · 1 year ago

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“I wish I had a mouth..”

Billy Kid x Reader

—X—

A/N: we need more billy kid fanfics. also, excuse grammar errors i’m struggling to get back into writing lalala

CW: mentions of NSFW, but i don’t go into explicit details :P

Reader: Gender Neutral [they/them]

—X—

Your boyfriend was clingy.

Very clingy… but so are you!

Being a human/humanoid being, it was hard enough in battle having the physical limitations you did, but when it came to your robotic boyfriend, it was scary to give or receive that physical love you both adored and craved so much. Luckily, Billy made sure to limit himself and be extra careful with you. His care is what made you value him that much more. For example, when Billy hugged you, he would snake his arms around your waist, and gently squeeze. There’s also the moments when he wants to hold your hand. Billy would make sure to gently tap the inside of your palm and wait with an open hand for you to reciprocate.

In bed, he was extra careful. Making sure to ask things along the lines of ‘Is everything okay?’, ‘Are you comfortable?’, and ‘Can I touch you here/there?’.

There of course were times, despite the cautions, you would move on instinct and hurt yourself. For example, you’d go for a hug, forget that he’s made metal, and hit your head. There was also times where you’d hold his hand and get pinched between his joints. The funniest of them all were the times where you’d kiss him and accidentally hit your forehead on his.

It’s just human to be clumsy.

He loved that about you.

Billy loved how humans and their bodies worked, and he often showed that fascination where he would do things like holding your hand out and examining it, only to hold his own up and examine the similar parts and pieces. You sometimes got worried about how he compared himself to you, but there’s nothing to worry about because it’s one of those innocent curiosities. He perfectly content with being a machine, but there are certain limitations in his design that make him grumpy. Limitations that were, unfortunately, made prevalent when you two started dating.

You didn’t realize this until one day you two cuddled up in his bed watching Starlight Knight together. Billy sat with his legs crossed, hunched over in shrimp position, and you sat in his lap, leaning back into his chest, and holding a large plushie replication of a Bangboo. He had a large blanket draped over him that he made sure to wrap it in a way so that you’d also be covered. Both sets of eyes glued were glued to the screen, and the scene that was on was one where one of the main characters had received a kiss from the space princess they had just saved from imminent doom.

“I wish I had a mouth..”

You positioned yourself enough to turn and look up at your boyfriend with a curious smile, only for it to drop when you realized his eyes animated downwards. Ohhh, you hated when Billy was sad.

“Wha..? Why?” You asked, placing a hand on the side of his face and stroking it gently with your thumb. A robotic sigh could be heard from him, and he paused the show.

“It’s a super embarrassing reason..” You giggled when you saw the blush lines light up on his face, knowing that at least he had some humor left in him.

“Well, Billy, having a mouth has never stopped you from being yourself..” You replied.

“Yes it has!” He whined, making you scoff. In your head, you were thinking he wanted one to show he was talking.. but oh, how wrong you were.

Leaning back, you grabbed his hand and started tracing over the intricate details of it, kissing it, and then going back to studying it. “Why would you want one?” You asked.

“.. I can feel everything.. The way you feel is.. Y/n, your lips.. I just wanna be able to experience that. It’s hard not being able to kiss you. Not just on your lips, but everywhere.. you’re so amazing and...” He trailed off, failing to express himself in the way he wanted to. He frustratedly sighed, slumping over, and his head on top of yours, “I just feel like I’m falling short when it comes to loving you properly.. I dunno, it’s hard to explain..”

Your heartstrings were cutting your circulation, to say the least. You got up and turned your whole body to face Billy, straddling him, and then placing both hands on his shoulders, you shook him back and forth.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!,” you started, screaming so loud it made him jolt and reply with a small scream of his own. You stopped and continued, “Billy, you’re perfect. Literally. Even without all the extra features, you are perfect to me. I don’t care about what you don’t have, I care about what you do have..” Your concerned face started to wash away, watching his eyes grow in shock. Replacing concern was a lovestruck.

“Y/n..” He mumbled, barely audible. You continued, though, wanting to know exactly how much you loved him.

“I love you. I really do. You care so much about me, down to the way you hold me. That attention to detail is so… it’s so endearing and honestly, a turn on in some instances,” you felt your face heat up, but you pressed on, “I wouldn’t change you for the world because your expression of love, physical and emotional, are one of the things that I love about you. Don’t think for a second that you need to change yourself for me. Ever.”

“… Really..?” Billy asked, his trembling like he was about to cry. You smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek and nodded, “Yes, really!”

Billy chuckled and sighed, “..Are you sure..?” You giggled, noticing he was joking. “Yes, I’m sure..”

“Soooo, what you’re saying is.. my fingers are enough fore—”was all Billy could manage before you pushed him down and started suffocating him with the Bangboo plushie. His voice was replaced by muffled laughs and struggling noises.

“ENOUGH OF YOU.” You said, burning red in the face. You let him go after a minute or two, and his childish laughs and giggles got louder.

“I had to ask..!” You huffed at his reply and turned away to pout. Billy sat back up and rested his hands onto your hips and his eyes smiled. “Imagine if I had a tongue..”

Turning back to look at him you gasped and started yanking his hair, making him yelp. “CAN WE NOT??! IM TRYING TO BE SENTIMENTAL!”

“Yank it harder,” Billy started to laugh, only making you give up and let go, “Y’know I like it rough, baby..~” He jokingly followed up. You snorted and cracked a smile at his fake sexy voice, and sighed nodding your head.

“Okay, okay.. for realsies this time, Y/n..?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.. it means the world to me.”

—X—

A/N: billy uses humor to cope during serious situations, that’s my HC yeah.. anyways, i didn’t proofread this :3

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tillxthexearthxstartsxtoxcrumble · 1 year ago

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So what if I died over this

#fob #fall out boy #get busy living or get busy dying #get busy living or get busy dying (do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows)#Youtube

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canyonmooncreations · 4 months ago

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bratty princess x bodyguards 141

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There was another stupid party that you had to attend. Your father demanded you go to show the royal presence even after you begged him not to make you go. It was an event that you had to stand the whole time at, shake hands with everyone, and make pointless small talk. This event only required a team of three and Simon had some paperwork to finish up. He stayed back and let the others go. He had a feeling this would be a tough adventure for you, but let the other three go nonetheless.

According to Kyle and Johnny, you were an absolute menace the whole time. You refused to sit in the back with Johnny and only agreed to sit with Kyle. You snuck away from them at the event causing a huge panic. You took your shoes off and refused to put them back on which only made John have to carry you to the car (not that he minded). You were just miserable. You hated going to these pointless events your father required you to go to. What was the point? You also hated that you had to have bodyguards! It is not like someone was really going to attack the princess.

The ride back to the palace after the event was silent besides your huffs and puffs. You could see the frustration rolling off of Johnny. Kyle was too busy on his phone to be bothered by your attitude.

“Take me for ice cream or I am getting out and walking home.”

John gave you a look through the rear view mirror that suggested you let it go and Kyle sighed.

“Not this again. We aren’t stopping, it is not on the trip plan.” Johnny explained in an almost unnervingly calm tone.

“Stop the car.” You just wanted some stupid ice cream, what was so criminal about that?

John did not stop the car and you could have swore you heard a chuckle as Kyle showed John something on his phone.

“Why don’t we get some ice cream at home?” Kyle offers a simple solution. “Or once we get back, I can go back out and get you some?”

They feel like they are walking on eggshells with you. Before you could get out a sassy, mean remark they are pulling into the royal driveway. The palace sits further back for privacy reasons. As soon as you reach the nearly mile long driveway, you get out of the car still barefoot and start to run up the driveway. One more minute in that suffocating SUV would be too long. Why are they always telling you what to do? Controlling your life?

It does not take long before Johnny catches up to you. He quickly grabs you and throws you over his shoulder to stop you from hurting yourself on the gravel driveway. Instead of trying to manhandle you back into the car, he just continues to walk up the driveway with you over his shoulder hoping the fresh air would calm you down. He ignores the way you kick and slap at him. John and Kyle follow you slowly in the SUV. Kyle snaps a picture of the scene and John smiles at the event ahead. “Should get hazard pay for this one.” he grumbles.

When you finally calm down and stop fighting him, Johnny asks “Are you ready to get back in the car?”

You nod and he sets you down. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you try to take off running only to feel yourself being lifted off the ground and back over his shoulder. You and Johnny walk like this the whole way up the driveway.

Simon finished up early and decided he would take the next shift and let the others rest after the event. He texted the others earlier to let them know he would be there when they got back. Only if you knew this is what Kyle and John were huffing about. They were hoping Simon could help get this attitude under control.

Simon walks past the front window and stops dead in his tracks as he sees the scene unfold ahead of him. At the same time, a chime from his phone shows a picture from Kyle and he doesn’t hesitate to save it to his camera roll.

He can’t help but chuckle as he sees you, his bratty princess, thrown over Johnny’s shoulder kicking and squirming in your beautiful dress barefoot. John and Kyle are still inching behind you in the SUV.

He can tell that Johnny is nearing his wits end with you. Simon starts down the driveway unbeknownst to you as you still kick and squirm. It isn’t until Simon grabs you from Johnny’s shoulder and carries you bridal style that you even know he is there. In a quick exchange, you are in Simon’s arms and Johnny is climbing back into the SUV. The three turn around and make their way back to the main road. Simon doesn’t need their help.

“‘s wrong luv?” He asks in a soft tone as his eyes meet yours.

“Just upset.” Before you know it, you feel a tear fall down your cheek. It just all hits you at once and your head falls against his chest as he continues to carry you down the driveway.

“Let it out, princess. I got you.”

Simon sits down with you still sniffling in his arms. He softly wipes your hair out of your face and wipes away some of your smeared makeup.

“What happened?” Simon already knows what all happened from Kyle’s updates, but he also knows there are two sides to every story.

“I-, it’s just stupid! I didn’t even want to go, but no one cares what I want! Johnny makes me so upset and I didn’t want to sit with him.” You sniffle and Simon just nods. “I didn’t sneak away from them! I just stepped away to look at the flowers.” He nods again. “My shoes hurt so bad and they gave me blisters.” You motion down to your feet and show him the marks on the back of your ankles. “I know they told you I am so awful, but no one thinks about how the princess feels.”

“I do. I know ‘s frustrating.” You wait for a lecture, but that is all he says.

You relax further into him and enjoy the way his warmth makes you feel.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You get ready to stand, but are lifted into the air as he stands with you. You can’t help to think about all the other ways he could lift and move you…

Simon carries you to the bathroom and helps you wipe away all your makeup. He lifts one leg at a time to clean your blister and put some bandages on them. Your cheeks heat at the way his hands feel on your body and the way his eyes stay soft for you.

Once he has you all cleaned up, he tells you to stay put. He says it in the authoritative tone that leaves no room for your protest. He returns with a change of clothes and leaves you alone once again to change.

After changing, you meet him in the hallway. A hand finds its way to your back and he guides you to bed. He gets you all tucked in and settled in bed.

“‘S been a long day, talk tomorrow?” Simon’s eyes meet yours.

“Do we have to talk?” You give him your best princess eyes hoping to avoid the impending lecture on your attitude.

“Mmmhmm. Can’t have my princess acting that way, can we?”

As those words register in your brain, something deep within you flutters at the thought of being “his princess”.

The worms are gnawing at my brain with this one. SEND ME ASKS AND IDEAS PLEASEEEEEEEEE

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damienns · 9 months ago

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My GIF Making process: Screen capturing using MPV player, Organizing files, 3 Sharpening settings, Basic Coloring PSD + Actions set

This is a very long post so heads up.

I’ll try to be as thorough and true as much as possible to the way I make my gifs (I already use Photoshop Actions which I’ve long since set up but now for this tutorial I’m reviewing them to show you the exact steps I’ve learned to create my gifs 😃) and present them to you in a semi-coherent way. Also, please bear with me since English is my second language.

First things first. Below are the things and tools we need to do this:

Downloaded 4K or 1080p quality videos (let’s all assume we know where to get these—especially for high definition movies and tv series—so this post doesn’t get removed, okay? 😛)

Adobe Photoshop CC or the CS versions can work as well, but full disclosure I haven’t created gifs using the CS versions since 2020. I’m currently using Adobe Photoshop 2024.

mpv player. Use mpv player to get those frames/screenshots or any other video player that has a screen grabber feature. I’ve used adapter for the longest time but I’ve switched to mpv because the press to screenshot feature while the video is playing has been a game changer not to mention ultimate time saver for me. For adapter you need to play it in another video player (like VLC player), to get the start and end timestamps of the scene you want to gif which takes me ages before I can even open Photoshop.

Anyway! Please stop reading this post for a moment and head over to this amazing tutorial by kylos. She perfectly tells you how to install and use mpv player, both for Mac and Windows users.

One thing I have to share though, I had a tough time when I updated my MacOS to Sonoma since MPV is suddenly either duplicating frames or when I delete the duplicates the player seems to be skipping frames :/ I searched and found a solution here, though it didn’t work for me lol. My workaround for this in the meantime is decreasing the speed down to 0.70 then start screenshotting—it’s not the same pre Sonoma update but it works so I’ll have to accept it rather than have jumpy looking gifs.

Now, after this part of kylos’ tutorial:

you can continue reading the following sections of my gif tutorial below.

I want to share this little tip (sorry, this will only cater to Mac users) that I hope will be helpful for organizing the screenshots that MPV saved to the folder you have selected. Because believe me you don’t want to go through 1k+ of screenshots to select just 42-50 frames for your gif.

The Control + Command + N shortcut

This shortcut allows you to create a new folder from files you have pre-selected. As you can see below I have already created a couple of folders, and inside each folder I have selected screenshots that I want to include in one single gif. It's up to you how you want to divide yours, assuming you intend to create and post a Tumblr gifset rather than just one gif.

Another tip is making use of tags. Most of, if not all the time, I make supercorp gifs so I tag blue for Kara and red (or green) for Lena—just being ridiculously on brand and all that.

Before we finally open Photoshop, there's one more thing I want to say—I know, please bear with me for the third? fourth? time 😅

It's helpful to organize everything into their respective folders so you know the total number of items/frames you have. This way, you can add or delete excess or unnecessary shots before uploading them in Photoshop.

For example below there are 80 screenshots of Kara inside this folder and for a 1:1 (540 x 540 px) Tumblr gif, Photoshop can just work around with 42-50 max number of frames with color adjustments applied before it exceeds the 10 MB file size limit of Tumblr.

Sometimes I skip this step because it can be exhausting (haha) and include everything so I can decide visually which frames to keep later on. You'll understand what I mean later on. But it's important to keep the Tumblr 10 MB file size limit in mind. Fewer frames, or just the right amount of frames, is better.

So, with the screenshot organization out of the way, let's finally head over to Photoshop.

Giffing in Photoshop, yay!

Let’s begin by navigating to File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack…

The Load Layers window will appear. Click the Browse button next.

Find your chosen screenshots folder, press Command + A to select all files from that folder then click Open. Then click OK.

After importing and stacking your files, Photoshop should display the following view:

By the way, I'll be providing the clip I've used in this tutorial so if want to use them to follow along be my guest :)

If you haven't already opened your Timeline panel, navigate to Windows > Timeline.

Now, let's focus on the Timeline panel for the next couple of steps.

Click Create Video Timeline, then you’ll have this:

Now click the menu icon on the top right corner then go to Convert Frames > Make Frames from Clips

Still working on the Timeline panel, click the bottom left icon this time—the icon with the three tiny boxes—to Convert to Frame Animation

Select Make Frames From Layers from the top right corner menu button.

So now you have this:

Go and click the top right menu icon again to Select All Frames

Then click the small dropdown icon to set another value for Frame Delay. Select Other…

The best for me and for most is 0.05 but you can always play around and see what you think works for you.

Click the top right menu icon again to Reverse Frames.

I think Photoshop has long since fixed this issue but usually the first animation frame is empty so I just delete it but now going through all these steps there seems to be none of that but anyways, the delete icon is the last one among the line of feature buttons at the bottom part of the Timeline panel.

Yay, now we can have our first proper GIF preview of a thirsty Lena 😜

Press spacebar to watch your gif play for the very first time! After an hour and half of selecting and cutting off screenshots! 😛 Play it some more. No really, I’m serious. I do this so even as early (lol) as this part in the gif making process, I can see which frames I can/should delete to be within the 10 MB file size limit. You can also do it at the end of course 🙂

Now, let’s go to the next important steps of this tutorial post which I’ve numbered below.

Crop and resize to meet Tumblr's required dimensions. The width value should be either 540px, 268px, or 177px.

Convert the gif to a Smart Object for sharpening.

Apply lighting and basic color adjustments before the heavy coloring. I will be sharing the base adjustments layers I use for my gifs 😃.

1. Crop and Resize

Click on the Crop tool (shortcut: the C key)

I like my GIFs big so I always set this to 1:1 ratio if the scene allows it. Press the Enter key after selecting the area of the frame that you want to keep.

Side note: If you find that after cropping, you want to adjust the image to the left or another direction, simply unselect the Delete Cropped Pixels option. This way, you will still have the whole frame area available to crop again as needed and as you prefer.

Now we need to resize our gif and the shortcut for that is Command + Opt + I. Type in 540 as the width measurement, then the height will automatically change to follow the ratio you’ve set while cropping.

540 x 540 px for 1:1

540 x 405 px for 4:3

540 x 304 px for 16:9

For the Resample value I prefer Bilinear—but you can always select the other options to see what you like best.

Click OK. Then Command + 0 and Command + - to properly view the those 540 pixels.

Now we get to the exciting part :) the sharpen settings!

2. Sharpen

First we need to have all these layers “compressed” intro a single smart object from which we can apply filters to.

Select this little button on the the bottom left corner of the Timeline panel.

Select > All Layers

Then go to Filter > Convert for Smart Filters

Just click OK when a pop-up shows up.

Now you should have this view on the Layers panel:

Now I have 3 sharpen settings to share but I’ll have download links to the Action packs at the end of this long ass tutorial so if you want to skip ahead, feel free to do so.

Sharpen v1

Go to Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen…

Below are my settings. I don’t adjust anything under Shadows/Highlights.

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.4

Click OK then do another Smart Sharpen but this time with the below adjustments.

Amount: 12

Radius: 10.0

As you can see Lena’s beautiful eyes are “popping out” now with these filters applied. Click OK.

Now we need to Convert to Frame Animation. Follow the steps below.

Click on the menu icon at the top right corner of the Timeline panel, then click Convert Frames > Flatten Frames into Clips

Then Convert Frames > Convert to Frame Animation

One more click to Make Frames From Layers

Delete the first frame then Select All then Set Frame Delay to 0.05

and there you have it! Play your GIF and make sure it’s just around 42-50 frames. This is the time to select and delete.

To preview and save your GIF go to File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy)…

Below are my Export settings. Make sure to have the file size around 9.2 MB to 9.4 MB max and not exactly 10 MB.

This time I got away with 55 frames but this is because I haven’t applied lighting and color adjustments yet and not to mention the smart sharpen settings aren't to heavy so let’s take that into consideration.

Sharpen v1 preview:

Sharpen v2

Go back to this part of the tutorial and apply the v2 settings.

Smart Sharpen 1:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.3

Smart Sharpen 2:

Amount: 20

Radius: 0.5

We’re adding a new type of Filter which is Reduce Noise (Filter > Noise > Reduce Noise...) with the below settings.

Then one last Smart Sharpen:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.3

Your Layers panel should look like this:

Then do the Convert to Frames Animation section again and see below preview.

Sharpen v2 preview:

Sharpen v3:

Smart Sharpen 1:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.4

Smart Sharpen 2:

Amount: 12

Radius: 10.0

Reduce Noise:

Strength: 5

Preserve Details: 50%

Reduce Color Noise: 0%

Sharpen Details: 50%

Sharpen v3 preview:

And here they are next to each other with coloring applied:

Congratulations, you've made it to the end of the post 😂

As promised, here is the download link to all the files I used in this tutorial which include:

supercorp 2.05 Crossfire clip

3 PSD files with sharpen settings and basic coloring PSD

Actions set

As always, if you're feeling generous here's my Ko-fi link :) Thank you guys and I hope this tutorial will help you and make you love gif making.

P.S. In the next post I'll be sharing more references I found helpful especially with coloring. I just have to search and gather them all.

-Jill

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emmkayyy03 · 7 months ago

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✨ How Your Dominant Planet Secretly Shapes Your Teenage Brain ✨

Have you ever looked back at your late teens and wondered why you were so obsessed with certain things? Like, one friend was glued to their guitar and poetry journals, another was training for their fifth marathon, and you? You were probably neck-deep in your thing. Here’s the deal: your dominant planet was pulling the strings behind the scenes, shaping how your mind worked and what you gravitated toward without you even realizing it.

Let’s break it down:

🌞 SUN Dominant: "I need to shine—what’s the point otherwise?" Late teens for Sun-kissed folks are like a personal hero’s journey. You’re obsessed with figuring out who you are. Your brain’s constantly asking, Am I good enough? Do people see my worth? You might’ve been the captain of the debate team, the drama club star, or just that person who somehow made walking to the cafeteria look like a runway. How your mind works: Everything feels like a stage, and you want to perform your best—even in front of yourself. You seek validation, yes, but deep down, it’s about finding your inner confidence.

🌙 MOON Dominant: "I feel… everything. Is that normal?" For Moon folks, the late teens are an emotional hurricane. You’re all about understanding feelings, whether it’s yours or everyone else’s. You probably overthink texts (why’d they only reply with “k”?), cry over movies you’ve seen a million times, and have deep, borderline-therapeutic convos with your bestie. How your mind works: You process the world emotionally first, logically second. You’re learning how to handle your empathy without drowning in it.

🔥 MARS Dominant: "Let’s go! But… where are we going?" Mars kids are powered by action and passion, and your late teens are when you’re learning to channel that fire. Your brain thrives on challenges, so you probably signed up for every sport, pushed yourself in the gym, or got way too into proving someone wrong in an argument. Impulse control? We’ll work on that later. How your mind works: You process through doing. Sitting around theorizing makes you twitchy. You need action, even if it’s messy. Picking fights on the basketball court because the ref made a bad call, then realizing you’re actually just mad your crush didn’t text you back.

💬 MERCURY Dominant: "Wait, how does that work? Tell me everything!" Mercury-dominant teens are curiosity machines. Your brain’s like a search engine that never stops running. You want to know why, how, who, and what if. You’re that kid who can’t let a fun fact go without looking it up. Debates? Bring ’em on. Trivia? Your jam. Group chats? You run them. How your mind works: You connect ideas at lightning speed. Learning isn’t just a necessity; it’s your love language. Staying up until 3 a.m. watching YouTube videos about conspiracy theories, then showing up to school explaining why aliens totally built the pyramids.

💎 VENUS Dominant: "Why settle for okay when life can be beautiful?" Your late teens are a crash course in pleasure, relationships, and aesthetics. You’re probably experimenting with your style (cue questionable fashion phases), figuring out love (hello, hopeless romantic), or diving into art and music. Life needs to feel good, or it’s just not worth it. How your mind works: You’re tuned to beauty and connection. Your decisions are emotional but driven by desire—whether it’s for love, art, or the perfect selfie.Spending an hour perfecting your eyeliner just to go to the grocery store because what if you meet someone cute?

🌍 SATURN Dominant: "I’m too busy for nonsense." While your friends are out making impulsive mistakes, you’re busy building your future. Saturn-dominant teens have an old-soul vibe. You’re focused on responsibility, probably working a part-time job while juggling school and worrying about saving for college. Fun? Sure, but only if it’s productive. How your mind works: You crave structure and long-term success. While others wing it, you plan 10 steps ahead. Skipping a party to study for finals because failing isn’t an option—not because of pressure, but because you expect better from yourself.

🚀 RAHU Dominant: "What’s the wildest thing I can do right now?" Rahu teens are like explorers charting unknown territory. You’re obsessed with breaking rules, chasing thrills, and doing the forbidden. If it’s edgy, you’re into it. You’re the one sneaking out, dyeing your hair neon green, or trying things that make adults nervous. How your mind works: You’re wired to seek more. More excitement, more knowledge, more of life’s extremes. Going on a spontaneous road trip with friends, breaking the rules, or getting into something your parents wouldn’t approve of—just because it felt like the next big adventure.

🌌 KETU Dominant: "I’m here, but also not really here." Ketu teens are all about spiritual detachment. You’re introspective, reflective, and a bit aloof. While everyone else is chasing their dreams, you’re figuring out why dreams matter at all. Meditation, tarot, or even just staring at the stars for hours—you’re vibing on a higher plane. How your mind works: You reject surface-level stuff, diving into the depths of existence. But you also need to learn to be present. Skipping out on big social events to sit at a park by yourself, journaling about the mysteries of life, or getting into spiritual practices like meditation because they felt more authentic than anything else.

🚀 JUPITER Dominant: "Knowledge is freedom, and I’m going after it!" Jupiter-dominant teens are all about growth, knowledge, and the bigger picture. Your late teens were likely filled with plans for the future, exploring new ideas, and constantly looking for ways to improve. You may have been the one always talking about your next big trip, your dream career, or the philosophies that shaped your world view. How your mind works: You crave expansion and understanding. Learning is your path to freedom. Deep-diving into a topic you just discovered, researching potential career paths, or discussing ideas about travel, culture, and self-improvement with anyone who would listen. Your teenage years were wild, weren’t they? Which planet had your brain on lock? Reblog with your planetary dominant and let’s compare chaotic late-teen stories. 🌠

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headdinthewall · 22 days ago

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SHOCKING DATES ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which you face your first INSIDE challenge and spill some personal anecdotes. a/n : i kind of was supposed to publish this tomorrow because today was supposed to be an arthurtv one shot but i’m drunk and cba to write it so i’m giving you this early x pink = reader interview in room 19 blue = george interview in room 19 content : friends to lovers ,, mentions of sex & sexual experiences ,, sexual innuendos

( part two to my inside series ! )

─────── THE SIDEMEN THAT were present for the first challenge of Inside Season 2, were Tobi, KSI and Simon. They stood smugly with presenter cards in their hands, behind a large, curved desk that had six seats on one side and five on the other. In the middle of the room was a small table with two chairs on either side of it, almost like a romantic date scene.

You all took your seats, you deciding to sit between Mya and Mandi. George was on the other side of the table, between Milli and Farah.

“Insiders, welcome to your first challenge; Insider Dating.” KSI introduced enthusiastically, looking at each individual person.

Simon continued the explanation, “Today’s challenge, you’ll be getting to know each other. But, to pass the challenge and save losing money from the prize fund, you must simply ask each other two questions.”

“It’s not quite that simple.” Tobi countered, “You must answer your questions whilst enduring a distraction. Or you can bail by just hitting that red buzzer there.” He gestured to the big red button on the centre of the table.

“Each Insider on the date will have a menu containing two questions to ask, and also what distraction you will be served.”

“So, if you decide to bail and hit the red buzzer, or you don’t answer your questions to our satisfaction, you will fail the challenge and you will lose £10,000 from the pot.”

People’s jaws dropped and eyes darted around, looking at each other.

“PK and Cena—“ KSI completely butchered the pronunciation of her name. “Yes, Cena.”

“It’s Cinna.” She corrected, knowing he was doing it to annoy her.

“Cena.” He said again, firmly. “Please take your seats.”

The requested duo stood and made their way to have their ‘date’, whilst everyone clapped supportively for them.

“You are now free to open your menus.” KSI announced, and as they did he spoke, “On the menu for today, you … have Ratatouille.”

“What does that mean?” PK asked dumbly, to which George exclaimed,

“What do you mean, ‘What does that mean?’?!”

Everyone began talking, the girls covering their mouths in disgust at the realisation of what the couple were going to have to do.

“PK, you’re going first.” KSI stated, and the man began fidgeting uncomfortably as the animal people walked in with a cage of about five or six rats.

“They’re so cute!” Milli awed, completely contrasting to PK’s panicked shouts.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! That’s my only fear.”

As they neared him, he jumped up, screaming and hollering and running away.

“Sit down!” Cinna shouted at him.

“It’s not that bad, they’re actually really harmless.” You said with a shrug.

“You would do that?” Mandi gaped, pointing to the rats.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, you’re crazy.”

PK sat back down, putting his hood up and locking in as Cinna asked his questions and the rats were placed on him.

“Show me your best chat pick up line.”

“Ay, you’re a ten out of ten. If I could— If I could— If I could do you today, I would do you twice— twice in a row.”

Everyone laughed at his horrible attempt.

“I’m not gonna accept that!” KSI announced.

“Say it again! Say it again!” Cinna guided him through the panic.

“If I could have you today, I would have you today and tomorrow!” PK said in a rush, but more cohesively than whatever he said before.

“Who do you think should pay the bill on the first date and why?” Was his second question.

“I should pay the bill because I am a senior man, I’m a diplomat—“

“Senior man?” You cackled, leaning on Mandi as you both laughed.

“— And I feel like my life depends on— I’m a provider.”

George started snapping his fingers as Cinna and Farah clapped in encouragement.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna poo myself!” PK groaned.

“Alright, PK, you’ve passed.”

A loud round of applause followed as the rats were passed on from him to Cinna, who was much more calm and composed.

“From first impressions alone, who do you think you’ll get along with the least, and why?” PK asked.

“It might be …” Cinna moved, looking at all the Insiders. “No, no. Actually, you know that? It might be you.” She pointed at Farah.

“‘Coz I’m loud.”

“No! No! That’s not even the reason. The only reason is you’re like a shopkeeper, dominant personality, which I normally, like, am non-confrontational, so I avoid.”

“I’m not confrontational either—“ Farah argued.

“You’re arguing with her about it.” George said, pointing out that she was only confirming Cinna’s point.

“How do you respond if someone is getting on your nerves?”

“Um … I kind of don’t really respond, ‘cause I just get really nervous. I might tell them but, like, I’m not really confrontational.” Cinna answered.

“Cena, you have passed.” KSI said, still pronouncing her name wrong on purpose.

As the rounds continued, you got a sneaking view of what to somewhat expect for your own round. Jason and Farah got paired up, in which their ears were being pierced throughout their questioning. Jason was gobsmacked at that, literally speechless.

“Jason, man, you ain’t speaking.” KSI noticed. “You alright?”

“My ears is fucked up!” He said.

“It’s gone get more fucked up!” George mocked his American accent, throwing up peace signs.

Everyone burst into laughter, you cackling at his quick witted response.

His eyes were cemented on you, to which you didn’t really notice, as you were too busy finding amusement in his jokes. It didn’t seem to matter to him that the rest of the room was laughing at him too, but the fact that he had cracked a smile on your face was the highlight of the moment to him.

The third round was Mandi and Dylan, where they had chickens feeding off of their hands while they answered — a rather tame round, especially compared to the next one.

Milli, Whitney and Mya all sat around the table, having to withstand an entire, longer set out, questioning with a tarantula crawling around on their head. Milli firmed the whole questioning, screaming at points, but it all became pointless as Whitney freaked out, flapping her arms about manically and accidentally dashing the spider on the floor in the process.

“Nah, that was true fear.” Farah defended Whitney.

You blinked in shock at the reaction, knowing full well you probably would’ve done the same. She seemed to be in true, honest distress as she sat back down, shaking, not even listening as KSI announced that 10K had been deducted from the prize money.

“The last round … George … Reader.” Simon announced smugly. “Please go to the table.”

“You’re not fucking slick.” You grumble, standing up, “I see what you’re doing, y’know.”

Tobi shrugged at your statement, “It’s all part of the game.”

“Good luck, my love.” Mandi said as you sat down.

“Okay, you are now free to open your menus.” Simon told you. “So, on the menu for you two is … Shocking Questions.”

George looked confused for a split second before it hit him, “Oh.”

“What? What does that mean?” You mutter. “Shocking Questions?”

“We’ll be getting shocked.” He said, deadpanned.

“Electric shock?” You gasped.

“Exactly. Yeah.” He nodded affirmatively.

Mandi spoke, “I think you guys might have it the worst, y’know.”

“Okay, George, you’ll be answering the questions first, so, reader, please ask the first question.”

“What is your worst online dating experience?”

“Um …” George looked around expectantly, waiting for the shocks to start. “Okay, um … I matched with somebody on—“ His body fully jerked as a buzzing noise came through, “Oh! That’s a lot of power!”

You laughed, going to hold your hands out but just as he went to take them you pulled them back, “Wait no, coz electricity flows and … it’s not my turn yet.”

“What?!” He exclaimed.

“The shock will go from you to me!” You replied.

“Wait, is that true?” Mya asked.

You looked over your shoulder and shrugged, “I failed Physics, so maybe.”

Everyone laughed at your revelation and your turned you attention back to George as he shouted your name.

“I matched with somebody on Hinge, um, and I was speaking to them for about two days. We had voice notes back and forth, it was really fun. And then—“ Another full body jerk and grunt, “Fucking hell! Um, then I tried to meet up with them, but turns out they weren’t real. I was there for an hour and a half.” Another shock and repeat of, “Fucking hell!”

“I came back home, reverse Google image searched them and … they weren’t real.” Another shock, “Fuck, that’s a lot, Ow!”

“Can we please have the second question?” Simon chuckled.

“Oh my God, please can it be a quick one? Oh my God, that was actually quite bad.” George begged you, hands out.

You laughed at his suffering, clapping but composing yourself for his sake, “If you had to snog, marry—“

“Oh, fuck!” He whined, burying his face into the crook of his elbow.

You snorted, putting your foot up his trouser leg for a bit of emotional support, “If you had to snog, marry and avoid three Insiders, who would they be and why?”

“Both genders?” He joked, making KSI cackle loudly.

“George, honey, focus!” You said, grabbing his hands as well. “Snog, marry, avoid!”

“Snog … Snog Mya, marry you, avoid you.” He turned to Farah as a shock ran through him, “Sorry, Farah, you’re quite loud.”

“We’ll take that answer, we’ll take that answer.” Simon laughed, clapping. “George, could you please ask the first question?”

“I’m scared.” You whispered, gripping George’s hands tightly.

“Oh, so you can’t withstand the passive shocks from me but I have to do it for you?” George scoffed playfully.

You screamed, jumping as the shock hit you. You gaped in disbelief at the power, panning to the Sidemen and then back to the cameras.

“George! Ask the questions!” You shouted.

“I can’t ask her that!” He defied.

“George, fucking ask it!” You clenched your hands tightly in preparation for the next electric shock.

“Uh … What’s been your worst bedroom experience and why?” He asked.

“For fucks sake— Ow!” You squeaked. “Uh … Just, the time I lost my virginity, I guess— Shit! It was just … I was sixteen and it hurt and I regretted it after and I was kind of freaked out because the guys dick was twitching and shit and I didn’t know that was possible!”

KSI once again cackled at the answer, clapping his hands.

“Sixteen?!” Cinna exclaimed in shock.

“The guy was my boyfriend of two years.” You lifted a hand to wave her concern off, and another shock jolted your body, “Fuck! I don’t like it! I really don’t like it!”

“Hey! Hey!” George called out, shaking your hands, “Next question?”

“No, I don’t like it! I have such a bad pain tolerance!” You whinged, fidgeting in your seat.

“Don’t look down, just look at me.” He instructed and you did as he said. “Oh this is insane as well! Okay, um, which Insider do you think is the best in bed?”

“What the fuck you guys?!” You screamed at the Sidemen, “Why are all mine about shagging?!”

“They’re trynna call you a slag.” Mandi tutted, shaking her head.

“Uh … Uh …” You screamed as you got another shock, “Make it stop!”

“It stops when you answer the question!” Milli shouted at you, trying to help guide you through it with George.

“Or if you press the button.” Simon shrugged.

“No. You’re not pressing the button. Answer. Which Insider do you think is a top shagger?”

“Don’t ever rephrase a question like that again— You sound like Stephen!” Your voice went high pitched as you got another shock.

“You! You! I know— THINK! I think you!”

“Was that … Did I hear an ‘I know it’s you’ in that exclamation?” Tobi teased.

“Yeah, reader, you’re not fooling us, we’ve seen that music video.” Simon smirked.

“Wha … I haven’t?” KSI frowned.

“They fucked in a music video.” He said.

“What?!” The entire group exclaimed.

“That’s what you did in the video?! Oh my God, I thought it was just a cute little— Oh my God!” Jason exclaimed in utter shock.

“Can we stop with the shocks now?! It really hurts!” You complained.

Simon agreed, clapping and signalling for the electric shocks to cease.

You and George returned to your seats, both panting and flushed.

“Insiders, you have now completed your first challenge of the series.” Tobi congratulated.

“And you only lost 10K. PK how do you feel about that?” Simon stepped in.

“Uh … not great.”

“The George fucking reader thing hurt him.” Jason teased, making everyone laugh.

PK waved his hands about and chuckled before hiding his face in the collar of his shirt.

“Got him!”

“Well, now you all know each other a little bit better. You can make your way back inside, and we’ll see you soon.” Tobi concluded the challenge.

“I think the first challenge went really well. We only lost 10K, which was good considering some of the questions were quite … revealing, and the challengers were tough. I didn’t like the shocks.” You shook your head. “I’ll be having words with the Sidemen once I get out of here. But … yeah— Also! I want to preface, me and George did not have sex in the ‘Too Much Ain’t Enough’ music video, it was just simply implied by the camera shots.”

As the group walked through the corridor, going to go to the living room, Mandi stopped in her tracks as she took notice of two people in the bedroom.

“Hello?” She said, stunned. “Are you guys the new guys?!”

“That’s fucking Patrice Evra!” George hissed in your ear, shaking you excitedly.

“George, I don’t know who that is.” You whispered back.

“Man U player, proper famous. Don’t act like you don’t know him, that’s embarrassing for you.” He scoffed, arms hung over your shoulders from behind as everyone moved to greet the two new people.

“Don’t fan girl over him, that’s embarrassing for you.” You quipped back, shrugging him off as you approached to introduce yourself.

“Hi, I’m reader!” You smiled as you hugged him gently.

“Hello, nice to meet you. Patrice.” Patrice said, accent thick.

“Lovely to meet you, George.” George followed, giving a nice shoulder touch.

You greeted the next new comer, smiling, “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m reader.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” He hugged you back, “DDG.”

“DDG?” You repeated, making sure you got the letters the right way around.

“Yeah, yeah.” His hands lingered on your waist for a little until you stepped back.

“I can’t lie … I don’t know either of these people.” You laughed, subconsciously playing with the fluff of the sofa. “I know that probably sounds really bad, and my dad’s probably cursing at me through the tellie right now saying ‘Reader, that’s Patrice Evra! That’s Patrice Evra’ but … yeah. No idea. And DDG? No clue. Farah and Whitney seemed gassed though, apparently he’s a rapper, so I wouldn’t know. Not my type of music— unless it’s Tyler and ASAP.”

After the excitement of newcomers died down, people split off into their own groups. You, Cinna, George, PK, Dylan and DDG stayed in the living/ dining room.

You were sat on one of the bar stools, listening to DDG.

“I think we should, like, budget.”

“That’s what I think. Like, £1,000 a day.” PK agreed.

“Well that’s just stupidly unrealistic. Look at the price of things in the shop.” You said.

“It’d be like, all right, we gone spend … Let’s spend 200 bands, right? So we can enjoy ourselves in here, and then work together on the challenges.” DDG explained his thought process.

You shared a look with George, both of you sharing the same notion that this idea just wouldn’t hold up at all, not with the attitudes of some of the people in here.

“We’ll budget, but then they’ll counteract that by just upping everything.” George debated.

Mandi walked in then, listening to the conversation but rounding the table and moving towards you, standing behind you and putting her arms over your shoulders.

“Yeah, but I feel like if we get all our spending out the way, it’s like, all right, cool.”

“Well that’s what we thought, but then—“ Cinna was cut off.

“No, no, I agree, I think we can do it.” Dylan nodded.

“So we just spend early?”

“We’ve been doing great.”

“I think we should go ahead and spend how we wanna spend, but only spend, like 200.” DDG said.

“I feel like this kind of conversation is easier to have now. If you had it at the beginning it was,” Dylan mimicked people talking over each other, “Fucking everyone was talking.”

“Whoever wins gotta at least get 200. 2-300.”

“I wanna talk to you.” Mandi whispered in your ear.

You nodded, grabbing your water bottle and slipping out of the chair.

You briefly grazed George’s arm, “Be right back.”

He nodded, watching as you and Mandi walked out of the dining room.

─────── YOU AND MANDI were sat in the bedrooms on your bed, simply gossiping and talking about how the challenge went and your opinions on everyone so far.

“So, what’s this thing about you and George then? With this music video. You shagged?” Mandi whispered, constantly looking around to make sure no one else was here.

“No, not in the music video—“

“Not in the video? So in real life?”

“No! No, me and George haven’t shagged at all!” You laughed quietly, “It was just … like the way they produced the video it was suggestive. I mean the song is about having passionate sex with someone, so the music video obviously had to reflect it.”

“Was it weird filming that?”

“Uh … a little, at first? I dunno, it took about a week or two, and you kind of get comfortable and used to it after a while. We literally filmed it in a replica of their apartment so it was more realistic.”

“I think you fancy him, y’know.” Mandi guessed, eyes looking at you as if she saw through you.

“Mandi!” You groaned, tipping your head back.

“If you do, I get it. He’s fit, girl.” She added, “But, if you’re gonna look at him with fuck me eyes every time you interact, at least own it.”

“What?!” You screeched.

“Shh!” She cackled, both of you observing the area to see if you’d alerted any unneeded attention, “You literally— Oh my God, reader!” She started counting incidents on her fingers, “You told him that you were leaving to have a talk with me, not to mention the challenge! You said you think he’d be the guy with the best dick game, and he said he’d marry you. Then the whole ‘look at me, you’re okay’ bullshit!”

Your jaw wobbled as you tried to come up with a defence, “It’s not— It’s just cuz we know each other so we’re comfortable.”

“Kiss me arse, ‘we’re comfortable’. If you two don’t fuck like this is Love Island in here in the next week, I’m gonna be a disappointed mother.” Mandi pretended to scold you. “I don’t even care if I get out, my new mission is to win at least £200,000 and have put you and George together.”

“Mandi!” You gasped at her vulgar words, “One, that’s an insane thing to say. And two, we won’t, but if we did, there’s literally no where to do it!”

“See, I got you thinking about it now, ennit. Yeah, you want him badddd, girl.” Mandi teased. “You’re hella smart and sneaky, y’know, putting up this cute, innocent girl persona with all your pinks and whites, you’re a horny bitch. I see you, I recognise that in you. We’re the same.”

You two high-fived with a laugh.

The gossip session had lasted so long and was so in depth that you’d completely missed the call for dinner.

George walked into the bedroom with three pots of rice and beans, and your whispering immediately stopped.

“Hello, females.” He said jokingly, holding out two pots.

Mandi opened hers with caution and then shook her head, “I’m upgrading.” Then, she left the room.

“Upgrade or suffer?” George asked, holding out the pot.

“I’ll suffer with you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically as you took the rice and beans.

He sat down on your bed, and you enjoyed a little meal date in silence, sharing soft looks and glances every now and then.

“What were you talking about?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh … y’know … just girl talk.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “She was kinda talking about how she feels like a trio with Whitney and Mya, but like they like each other more than they like her as a group.”

“Oh, really?” George hummed.

You nodded, covering your mouth with your hand, “I just told her, like, don’t get too jarred about it, because it’s only for a week, and then … y’know? It’s whatever after that. But if she’s really affected by it then get close with other … people …” Your sentence died off as PK strutted into the bedroom, Mya and Whitney giggled as they followed behind.

George’s mouth clicked as the three of them went into the dressing room, “I see what you mean.”

You raised your eyebrows and you both stood, moving towards them.

Whitney laughed as you both caught them scoffing chicken down in the corner. Mya gestured for you two to join and George snorted.

“You are not sly.” He said.

“Come on, you’re part of us!” Mya grabbed you and pulled you closer.

“Did you think you could walk past us and us not know what you’re doing?” You giggled, accepting a chip from PK.

“Get in here.” Whitney told you two.

George put on a voice, “We’re not getting tagged in amongst the ruffians!” And he took your hand to guide you back to the bedroom.

“Why are we the ruffians?” Whitney asked.

“You’re eating chicken and chips in the corner.” He said in a fake stern voice before laughing.

“George, it’s his food. He’s sharing it.” She tried to persuade him, “See, reader’s eating it as well.”

“The chips are good.” You hummed through food, making Mya and George cackle.

You all ended up sat around the make up tables, sharing a couple of chips, when an alert dinged.

You and George stood, shuffling out of the room and towards the shop as there was an unclaimed item.

“What is it?” You hummed as everyone else began filing in.

He opened the food box, “It’s chicken and chips but it’s cold now, and it was a fucking grand.”

“No one ordered that.” Milli said.

Whitney walked over, touching the chicken, “Well, it’s lukewarm, actually.”

All the other girls began poking at it too, as if it was some deranged science experiment.

“Yeah, and it’s got everyone’s fingers on it as well.” George added. “Which is good fun.”

“You don’t like fingered chicken?” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

He smirked at you and winked cheekily, making you burst into a cackle.

All the girls began eating the chicken and chips, whilst George walked off, dramatically exclaiming, “I cant take it here anymore!”

“You’ll live, Georgie!” You shouted over your shoulder as you shared a chicken wing with Milli.

The rest of the group was confronted about the unclaimed purchase of a meal upgrade, and then you, Milli, George and Farah went out to the shop, laughing as Farah confirmed a buying of a jiggly ball, costing an extortionate amount of money — £4,000.

“That is so not worth it.” You laughed, thought reaping the benefits of the new toy by passing it between you and Milli.

“That is not worth the money. That is so not worth the money.” George stressed with his hands on his head as you all walked back to the living room, kicking the ball between you.

“That was 4,000!” Cinna said as Patrice played with it, annoyed and confused as to why they spent so much money on a stupid jiggly ball that would probably pop by tomorrow.

“Ay, tomorrow we’re gonna have a meeting in the morning. And it’s gonna be a dictatorship!” PK ordered.

You and George were sat in Room 19, your feet tucked under your bottom.

“I mean, the prices are obviously extortionate, for what it is. Potentially, in the future, it could become more of a problem, because we have no idea how much we’ve spent.”

“I think it’s already a problem. I mean … four grand on a jiggly ball? And how many meal upgrades in one day? Ridiculous.”

“This one here’s just chatting shit about everyone.”

“No, I’m not! I’m just saying it how it is! Meal upgrades are unnecessary, you can stomach rice and beans for a couple of days and you can go a week without … without buying a fucking four grand ball, which you wouldn’t even buy in any other circumstances.”

People were all congregated on the sofa again, feeling lethargic and tired after a heavy first day. You were all just talking about how harsh your first challenges were.

You were slumped back against the leather, head slumped against George’s shoulder and your legs draped over Mya’s lap. Your fingers mindlessly toyed with the fabric of George’s joggers.

The TV dinged, and a big £1,000,000 was displayed on it, and everyone got prepared to see how much it had gone down by in one day.

The numbers dropped rapidly before slowing down at £964,450.

The Insiders began cheering and clapping for each other, celebrating the ‘lack of money’ they spent.

“36 grand? Why are we clapping?” George judged, adjusting his position slightly and bumping you in the process, “Oh, sorry, my darling.”

Your face flushed and you struggled to hold back a smile at the sweet pet name he’d assigned to you. It was weird because he’d never been this flirty before, never this forward. Maybe it was the fact that you two were finally in a somewhat secluded environment away from the constant foolishness and mockery of your friends, that you felt like you could be yourselves.

“It’s only gonna get more expensive!” George stressed to the group, completely brushing over the fact that he’d unknowingly sent a tornado into your tummy.

“I think we should treat ourselves.” Whitney proposed.

“Treat yourselves for what? Spending 36 grand?” You snorted.

“Money is upped, babe. We wouldn’t have actually spent 36 grand in one day.” Whitney snarkily replied.

“Well, we literally just have.” You gestured to the TV, “That’s not just a number. That is literally 900,000 Great British pounds.”

“Shall we see if they’ve changed the menu?” Farah asked.

“No!”

“Just— Let’s have a look!” She exclaimed.

“Why do you want to have a look?” Patrice countered her idea.

“If you go and look, it’s just going to tempt you to buy things.” You mumbled, tone groggy and tired. “There’s no point.”

“No we’re not. Sometimes we just like to look.” Farah defended herself.

“Bro, we’ve got seven more days in here. Seven more days.” Dylan emphasised.

“Thank you!” Mandi pointed, taking his statement the wrong way, “As in we should live our lives! Is that— Is that what you’re on?”

The girls (Whitney, Milli, Farah and Mandi) completely ignored the fact that the prize fund was already lower than expected, and ran off to the shop, purchasing items without conferring.

“You not going with them?” George muttered, playing with the ends of your hair.

“I’m too tired.” You coincidentally yawned. “I’m waiting for the sweet, sweet voice of Tobjizzle to announce bedtime.”

More quarrelling happened, with PK and Whitney ordering two proseccos each and draining the prize fund even further.

You honestly didn’t care anymore — well, obviously you did, because it was still possible money that you could be taking home — but it was exhausting trying to reason with people who wouldn’t listen, so you just gave up.

The moment the notification came through signalling the lights would be going out, you were the first person off the couch, moving towards the bedroom immediately.

“She’s gone!” Milli laughed, following you, “You’re fucking funny!”

“I’m also fucking knackered.” You grumbled, sitting down and removing your makeup.

Then, you went to the ‘bathroom’ and brushed your teeth, smiling as George passed and made eye contact with you through the mirror.

When you were done, you swiftly changed into the blue Inside tracksuit shorts and a white tank top and walking back to the beds.

You picked up your bunny stuffed animal that you’d had for a long time, as you slipped into bed and rested your head back on the pillows, the lights still bright and on as everyone bustled about.

Whitney and Mya were still messing about in the other rooms, basically refusing to come to bed and it was slightly aggravating you.

George came back into the room, hair messy and no longer styled. You subtly ran your eyes over his frame, taking in the sight of him in a relaxed, scruffy manner. You’d seen him like this before, of course, but it was still a sight for sore eyes. He patted the top of your head and then got into the bed next to yours, reaching his foot out and kicking the frame, shifting your bed slightly.

“George!” You whined, huffing as you now had to get out of bed to straighten it up.

“Oh my God, there must be a ghost!” George gasped dramatically.

Milli, who hadn’t heard the rest of the conversation, stopped in her tracks, “What? Ghosts?”

You giggled slightly and tugged George’s hair before getting back into bed, “No, George is just being a knob.”

“Oh, okay, good. Because I was about to say, reader, me and you are sleeping in the same bed!”

The three of you laughed and you let out a subtle sigh of relief as the rest of the group began filing back inside to actually go to bed.

You gasped slightly, “I don’t have my ASMR videos to watch.” You whispered to George, who puffed his cheeks out in an attempt to swallow his laugh. “It’s not funny! They help me sleep!”

“You’ll just have to suffer then.” He said.

You glared at him and rested your arm across the locker between you and looked at him with an expectant smile.

He rolled his eyes sarcastically and put his fingers on your forearm, dragging them back and forth along your skin. His nails were dull and short, so left no marks, but you did feel your eyes slipping shut due to the relaxing strokes on your arm.

“Are they, like, together?” DDG whispered to PK.

“I’ll be real with you, I got no idea. They say no, but look at that.” PK answered. “Why?”

DDG shrugged, “Confused, y’know?”

PK smirked slightly, “You think she’s leng, ennit?”

“Leng?”

“Fit, attractive.”

“Oh, mmm, yeah, she’s aight.” DDG hummed.

“You sneaky fox.” PK laughed, rolling over.

You and George, oblivious to the nattering around your situation, laid in total bliss, you on the brink of unconsciousness and George’s wrist and arm tired from dancing his fingers along your arm, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until he was 100% sure that you were satisfied and asleep.

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