Marcus was filming, walking around Hyde Park with friends and just documenting what the day out brought them. He hadn’t anything in mind or any particular theme, it was just a chance to show off everyone with a free day, hanging out together, and catching up. He was filming the ducks, narrarting as he watched them plunk their heads in the water for the pieces of dried bread Zoe and Alfie were tossing in for them.
A hiss sounded behind him and he spun around to spot Jack, cheekily cocking his head over to the side a few times as if to say ‘Quick, look in this direction’. Marcus took his friend’s suggestion slowly and put you and Finn right in the center of his video.
You two had chose the other side of the dock to watch the docks, sitting above the water and watching as it rippled. You were talking mindlessly about how filthy and cold it probably was. At first, Finn asked if you wanted to find out, his eyebrows wiggling as he teased that he would push you in, but he inched closer to you inside and you met him halfway. Neither of you realized you were being recorded until gifs of the moment popped up all over Tumblr and were being tweeted at you.
Fans seemed disappointed that Finn was currently off the market, but most of them just seemed happy that he seemed happy. And he assured you that he absolutely was.
From the beginning of your relationship, you told him plainly that you weren’t interested in doing a girlfriend tag or any silly YouTube video with him. You loved watching his videos, but you knew that you would be hard on yourself if you were to be in one with him. Plus, you feared the hate that you knew other people received when they were in YouTube videos or anything that was viral.
It was by accident that you actually did wind up in one, but it was so sweet and short that he couldn’t bring himself to edit it out. You looked so cute. The group of you had gone out New Year’s evening, after being lazy all morning and working off your hangovers and just relaxing. It was blustery out, but the cold felt nice on your skin. The group of you walked through the dark, passing Stamford Bridge, and Marcus turned to catch a small snippet of you, and without any prompt from him you looked right into his camera’s lens and called out “Happy New Years!” cutely, flashing one of your biggest grins.
“She is so pretty!” A flood of comments were on the video even though you didn’t even know he put it in at first. Of course, you received a handful of cruel comments about your teeth and even one particularly rude girl saying you had the voice of a cat after sucking a helium balloon, but in general, the reception was warm.
“Birthday girl!” Behind the camera, Joe cheered as the waitress left you with a large dessert in front of you. As full as you were from your bithday dinner, there was suddenly room. Besides, Zoe already had a spoon in hand and seemed to eager to help you out with it and you knew Alfie and Joe would oblige too.
“Are you going to film me eating this entire thing?” A little intimidated by the mountain of whipped cream before you, you asked.
“You bet. Every bite. Are you ready?” Joe nodded. He loved teasing you about your former days as a cheerleader in high school. It was all in good fun because he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to see you prance around in your uniform. However, now seemed like a good a time as any to poke a little bit of fun at you. “Give us a quick cheer. You can do it! Fight, fight, fight!” Laughing, he did his best impression which only made Zoe look at him like he had a head growing out of his head.
Licking your lips, you looked right into Joe’s prized camera and gave him what he wanted.
Once the video was uploaded, you were expecting people to say you were gross or weird, maybe whine that he filmed your birthday at all, but there was enough kind comments that you felt a little bit warm inside. You were sort of glad you let him film you especially when you read that people thought you and Joe were “perfect for one another”.
Louis was filming, just trying to get some extra footage for the day of the latest adventure a group of YouTubers had embarked on. You had settled into a Holiday Inn Express hotel room for the night. It had two queen beds in it so you and Alfie decided to take one and Louis could have the other.
You were sitting on the bed together, winding down before sleep and watching television when Louis caught a weird moment between the two of you.
“I’m ready to sleep.” Casually, you mentioned to your boyfriend and looked over your shoulder at the pillows waiting for your head.
“I still feel wide awake.” Like it was breaking news, Alfie announced.
“Well, what do you want to do?” You weren’t going to join him on a late night stroll, you were too tired, but you could probably manage a card game or even a round of Scrabble on your iPad.
Alfie was shaking around on his spot on the bed, trying to think of a suggestion, when it just popped out of his mouth, “Let’s get weird!” Louis spurted out a snort and you just shook your head.
Sawyer was filming, a crazy night back at his apartment with a group of friends. You and Mazz had a very strange sexual tension between you both from the moment you met, but you weren’t together. You two just toyed and teased each other happily. You knew he was crazy about you and it was mutual, for now, that felt like enough.
He was scanning the room, taking in Sam on the computer looking for a loud song to crank, a couple of his non-YouTube friends pouring drinks in the kitchen, and then he followed Mazz as he burst out of a bedroom in a onsie and raced to the ping pong table you were resting on, grabbing you and taking you down onto the couch with him, laughing as you giggled.
As soon as the video was uploaded, fans reacted with a mixture of 'How cute is Mazzi’ to 'Who is that slut touching my man?’, but you didn’t mind. You were glad it was Mazz caught in the onsie and not you.
You didn’t know he was filming. He had sent you a text to come over after your shift, so you did just that. You knocked on the door and heard his feet clamoring towards you, he even yelled out that he was coming. You were completely caught off guard at the sight of his friends with cameras held up to their faces as he greeted you.
“We’re filming a video!” He told you once you were being tightly hugged in his tattooed arms.
“I can see that….I’m not going to be in it, right?” You checked, but Sam just shrugged his shoulders and kept you in his arms for a moment longer.
In a Sprinkle of Glitter video, Louise was asking you your beauty regime and you were going to film a tutorial for a Marilyn Monroe look after. Every now and then, after asking you a plain question like what your favorite skincare line was or what celebrity fragrance you endorsed, she would crack up causing you to look at her with a puzzled expression.
“Sorry!” As she began to lose herself to hysterics, Louise held up her hands in front of her red face. “Your boyfriend is behind you."
You whipped your head around to spy Casper being his usual goofy self, dancing against the window like a backup dancer in a Britney Spears music video.
"He is such a goob.” You looked back with wide eyes and plainly told the camera.
Only an hour after Louise uploaded the video to YouTube, CasperIsTaken and Goob were trending worldwide on Twitter. You hoped that was a good omen.
“My bird being a dork.” Testing out a new camera, Jack filmed you as you danced on the edge of his bed, the sound of Kings of Leon’s new album making you groove.
“You’re not actually filming, are you?” After a few seconds of moving around playfully, you double checked.
For as open as he seemed in his videos, Jack guarded a good chunk of his life since becoming an internet sensation and your relationship was part of that chunk. You doubted he would upload you without a long conversation before hand.
“No. I’m just playing with the camera. Dance away.” He assured you.
You completely forgot about the cute video. It wasn’t until two months later that the video went viral. Finn had found the clip uploaded onto Jack’s laptop and jokingly put it up on Keek, figuring it would be harmless.
Hate flooded your Twitter mentions and some of the comments were completely deranged. Jack was beloved that much you knew, but it still hurt when you read comments berating you or saying that you didn’t deserve Jack or should go and die in a hole. Occasionally, someone would point out that you were gorgeous and that everyone should be pleased for Jack that he had such a lovely mate, but it didn’t mean much when it was only one in every ten comments that was kind.
Just because I hear you fchelpers. I hear you. I picked some biracial FC’s (mostly) I know that could play Fred II, and I will do Roxanne in a little bit. And yes Cameron is biracial. My old castings can be found here.
JACK: Your final exam was officially over and all you could think about the entire tube journey back home was having a long hot soak in the tub. As soon as the front door was locked behind you and mail on the kitchen counter, you stripped down and went to the bathroom to run the water. You didn’t even bother to pick up your top, jeans, socks, or mismatched undergarments, you just left them in the hallway to be tended to later. Treating yourself extra nicely, you poured a little lily of the valley oil into the tub to mix with the hot water and lit small white tea candles over the sink and shelves. All that was missing was some Boyz II Men and it would have looked like you were in a 90s ballad music video. With a quick flick of the switch, you turned the lights off and combed your hair up onto the top of your head like an oversized cotton ball.
Stepping in, the water welcomed you with small ripples and even with just your feet and ankles met, you felt relaxed. You inhaled deeply before releasing all the stress the whole week out and then laid down in the tub, neck and shoulders against the back while you closed your eyes.
One of your arms was held out over the edge of the tub as you drifted into such a state of calm that you could have easily been confused for comatose. You didn’t know how long you had actually been soaking when the water began to splash around you like a windy day at the beach. Startled, your eyes popped open quickly and you spotted Jack, illuminated by the candlelight, jumping in by your feet in all his clothes, a nice pair of dress pants and an actual button up shirt since he had something he considered important that day to do.
“Sure, I don’t mind if you join…” Sarcastically, you told him with a small laugh, looking at him as if he was crazy. You knew that he was.
“I saw your clothes in the hall and I just rushed in.” He shrugged, chuckling at himself.
“At least, take your pants off.” You didn’t mean anything by it, but if he was going to join you in the tub, he should be dressed properly for it which was to be not dressed at all. Of course, Jack had to lift up a brow and look at you like you suggested something so saucy and novel to him.
“Cheeky, cheeky girl…” Smacking his lips together, he shook his head back and forth. He put his hands under the water and started to unbuckle his trousers.
FINN: It had been a long day of travelling to London from Florida and, even though, it had been something of a vacation for you the trip back was exhausting. Even if you had slept an hour or so during the flight, it hadn’t been actual deep sleep. Some part of you wanted to unpack right away, there was a blouse in your luggage that you were going to wear later when you and Finn met up for sushi with a few friends, but as soon as you were in the door of your flat, your ass was on the couch.
With Finn underneath you, you slept right between his legs, the back of your head resting on your chest as if the thin material of his t-shirt was a comfortable pillow. His chest was rising and falling at a passive pace, his mouth open and allowing a vibrating noise to exit as he slept as well. His arms were lazily over your body, one snaked around your waist just barely underneath your racerback while the other matched up against yours.
It started off at a distance, the sound of animated music, and then suddenly your pillow was moving around on you and pushing you away. Reluctantly, your eyes flickered open and you sat up as Finn was trying to, his phone ringing loudly.
“Shit. We need to get ready.” Groggily, he said rubbing his temple. He had just missed a call from your friends. “We have, like, ten minutes and then we have to go…”
You thought about the time for a moment and looked straight ahead down the small hardwood hall. Your clothes were so far away, so was the bathroom where your makeup was, and you were far too comfortable where you were.
“That’s five more minutes to nap.” Content, you leaned down and rested on his denim dressed lap, folding your arms underneath you and closing your eyes again.
JOE: “Don’t move.” Lathargically, you rested your neck on his bare shoulder and let the warm water from the shower head cascade over your chest and downward. If he even stepped a smidgen in either direction, you would give out on the ground. Your energy was shot from moving boxes up and down all day as you two finally took the plunge and moved in together.
Smirking to himself, Joe spoke quietly against your wet hair, “Comfortable?”
“Very.” You moaned the words since actual talking felt as exhausting as running uphill at the moment. “You’re an excellent human pillow.” Hopefully, he took it as a compliment because you couldn’t have been more grateful for his body holding up yours at the moment.
“So, should I assume we are not going to be unpacking your things today?” Lightly, he chuckled.
You only nodded.
“I already know which one of your shirts I’m wearing to bed.” You would go through and put away all your own clothes, tomorrow, when you had it in you.
MAZZ: It seemed to you like Mazz always had energy. He was always dancing around, practically bouncing off the walls, or running in spot. It could be an annoying trait, but it was also incredibly enviable. As you laid down in an “S” shape under your bed covers, ready to call it a night completely, you could hear Mazz in the living room, jumping up and down, “No, come on, I want to go out!” He still had hours left in him. He would have been happy just to sprint to McDonalds and hang out there for a bit, anything, but sleep.
“Oy, girlie, come on. Get up.” His voice boomed as he stood in the doorway and stared at your backside. “Up, up, up!” Like a child, he moved to the edge of the bed and started pulling on the covers. “[Y/N]!” He shouted your name out in a moan as he climbed on top of the mattress and started to jump as if he was on a trampoline.
“Seriously, Mazz, I will kill you and sleep with your dead body on the bed. I don’t care.” After flattening out on your backside, you stared up at him and said firmly. If he really thought there was a chance you were going to get up, it was gone now. He stopped and stood above you for a moment before collapsing on top of your body, his head on your breasts happily.
“I am not tired though.” He whined against them.
“Then go out. Play Wii or call Andy or something…”
“I want to play with you though…” He complained, sliding his hands underneath your back in order to hug you close to him.
“Twenty minutes, okay? Then, I’ll get up…” After a little bit of thought, you compromised, earning a nod of agreement from your boyfriend. Closing your eyes, you ran your hands down his back and started to drift off into slumber. You knew that both of you would be fast asleep in twenty minutes.
CASPER: “How do people do this?” After putting his young cousins to bed, you asked your boyfriend. He was plunked down on the couch comfortably, flipping through stations as you sluggishly walked over to join him.
It had been a full day of hanging out babysitting and while you loved his cousins and you liked children, it really was one of the hardest work outs you had put yourself threw. You practically threw yourself down on the chesterfield next to Casper, your shoulder pressed into the back as you stared up at him, staring at the screen.
“You mean parents?” He asked, finally settling on a re-run of The Graham Norton show. Johnny Depp was one of the guests and he was fond of him.
“Yeah, every day all day. This was hard work and I know hard work.” It was too much effort to laugh, so you tried to lift up the corners of your lips.
“Well, you didn’t get much sleep last night either.” Coyly, he looked back and you before leaning into the cushions himself.
“That would have been your fault.” You pointed out, snuggling up against his body.
“It’s not my fault that you have no self-control, that you can’t keep your hands off of me…” While reaching over your legs, Casper teased you, and pulled one of the throws from the couch over your body like a drape. He grazed his knuckles up and down your arms gently, watching the show, but focusing on you as you two rested.