Can you do one where Henry,Ray and jasper are talking about their first kiss and joking around in the man cave and Charlotte feels left out because she never had a first kiss and jasper goes to check on her and she asks him to be her first kiss(Chasper obvi)
Aww this is such a cute idea and I definitely can envision a fluffy fic with this premise being good. However, I donât write Chasper. I have read some good Chasper stories before but I donât personally feel compelled to write for this pairing.
Henry gets a girlfriend and starts ignoring Charlotte because his girlfriend doesn't really like her, then maybe over a school break or something Charlotte goes away, Henry breaks up with his girlfriend and gets his head out of his ass and he's like where's Charlotte and jaspers all like dude are you serious, so Charlotte comes back and she's changed a lot and Henry's all shocked, so he tries to get his friend back but is also trying to deal with his changing feelings towards her.
Thanks so much for the ask, Iâm sure you donât even care for an answer anymore because itâs been so long. However, I just felt like responding. This ask is basically the TLDR of the entire plot line and I have no desire to flesh it out more. But I did want to let you know that I liked where your mind was going with this. You should try writing some fic of your own if you havenât already.
I just want to thank you for the request and apologize for being ridiculously late answering it. I no longer wrote Real People Fiction though. I hope you found what you were looking for elsewhere. â€ïž
This ask is literally 5+ years old and I know I couldâve just deleted it but I felt the need to let you know that I donât write Real People Fiction anymore. I did that one fic and that was all. Thank you for your interest in my writing, however long ago it was.
Yes I will update them, I just have to find some inspiration first. However, I feel like itâs coming soon because Iâve been thinking about my WIPs A LOT lately.
P.S. Sorry for answering so late and thanks for reading.
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Yaâll, I feel like maybe we did this before but it obviously didn't work so letâs try it again. There is a racist and homophobic review on my story and because the commenter is a registered user I canât just delete their review. Which is crazy as hell in my opinion. Iâve already blocked and reported but can you please take a second to report as well?
Hereâs the comment. Disgusting right?
Here is the link to the comment section. I would greatly appreciate the help.
https://www.fanfiction.net/r/13319587/
Just click on the yellow caution sign next to the comment to report.
This is a sort of prequel to my other fic I Can't Seem to Let You Go that explains their nicknames.
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âEughhhâ Kourtney groans with her eyes closed.
She feels a light kiss on the back of her neck while a hand wraps around her midsection to pull her body closer to their front.
âWhen did we even fall asleep?â she hears a deep, scratchy voice ask in her ear.
âI donât know but we should probably get up. What time is it?â
âFive more minutes.â
She chuckles. âWe shouldnât have gotten any minutes. We were supposed to be running lines.â
âAnd we did. Seems we just ran out of steam there.â
âI knew we shouldnât have laid down to run lines, I was already tired from studying for that chemistry test the night before. And you were tired from staying up on FaceTime trying to distract me from studying for that chemistry test.â
âI can teach you about chemistry" he quips and bites the shell of her ear.
"Stopppp" she says while giggling.
"No but seriously, I still think you went overboard with studying. I'm sure you aced it. You know the material as well as you know meâ he says while dropping a series of kisses on her collarbone.
âIs that so?â
âYep.â
âAnd who says I know you that well? Iâm not even sure I know what color eyes you have, to be honest.â
Halting his ministrations, he gives her an incredulous look. âReally Kourt? As much time as I spend looking at you? You know what color my eyes are.â
She turns in the bed to face him. âFine, I was just kidding about the eyes thing but thereâs still so much I donât know about you. I mean, what does EJ even stand for?â
âGuess.â
âReally?â
âYeah, guess. I bet youâll never get it.â
âHmmm. Eli Jordan? No. Elijah James? Noooo. Eric John. Final answer.â
âJohn is right. Eric is not.â
âOkay, okay. Halfway there. Ethan?"
âNope.â
âEmmett?â
âUh uh.â
âEvan?â
âNo.â
âEzra?â
âEw.â
âBabe just tell me.â
âBut if I tell you, you might stop calling me babe.â
âIf you donât tell me, I might not call you ever againâ she replies in a singsongy voice.
âHow about this? If I can guess your middle name, then you still have to figure out my first name.â
âWhat? How is that fair?â
âIt isnât.â
âAre you really not going to tell me?â she asks while pouting.
âStop giving me those puppy dog eyes, it wonât workâ he says but still closes his own eyes in order to resist caving.
âYou are so annoying.â
âMaybe. But I donât see you leaving this bedâ he says while getting in her space and gently kissing her on the cheek.
Kourtney rolls her eyes âWhatever. But you have three tries to get my middle name right or Iâll make you spill.â
âReally?â
âUh huh.â
âAnd how will you do that?â
She runs a hand up his chest to cup the back of his neck and bring him closer to her. She whispers directly onto his lips, letting them brush only slightly while holding eye contact.
âI have my ways.â
She can feel the tiny shiver that runs through his body in response to her teasing and pulls back to see his pupils blown extremely wide. She giggles and that breaks him from his lust induced stupor.
âYou donât play fair Ms. Greene.â
âNever forget that Mr. Caswell.â
âFine, three chances. Woo! Let me think.â
âUmm Kourtney Marie?â
âNah.â
âUhhhh, Kourtney Nicole?â
âDo I look like a Nicole?â
âNo. Youâre right. Ooh! I got it. Kourtney Renee.â
Shocked that he actually got it so quickly, she sideeyes him. âDid you see my license or something?â
âSo Iâm right? Yes!â
âSeriously, how did you know?â
âI didnât cheat if thatâs what youâre trying to imply Ren.â
âRen?â
âYeah, like short for Renee. Do you hate it?â
âNo, I kinda dig it. But spill. How did you get that so easily?â
âI have my waysâ he parrots with a smirk.
Kourtney took that as a challenge and swung one leg over his hips and shifted her body to straddle him.
âYour ways huh?â
âI- um. I- â
âWhat was that?â she mocks then leans forward and presses a kiss below his right earlobe. âSo tell me the truth, you looked at my ID didnât you?â she asks directly in his ear.
âNope. I just got it like that.â EJ snakes his arms around her back to pull her flush against him.
âFine.â She says in what seems like concession. âColor me impressed.â
âYeah?â
âYeahâ she then kisses him on the neck and the jaw before moving to his lips.
They lock lips for all of ten seconds before she pops up and moves off him abruptly, getting completely out of his bed.
âWell, I got to go. See you later.â
âHuh?â was all he could manage while his mind was still foggy from her kiss.
âI should probably get home and finish my homework and stuff.â
âI thought you were gonna do that here and then eat dinner with me?â he swings his legs over the side of the bed to face her.
âI was but I donât know. Iâm not really feeling it anymoreâ she says while grabbing her Beauty and the Beast script from the floor and packing her bookbag.
âAre you serious?â
âPossibly. How did you guess my name?â
He scoffs, amused and a little annoyed that she would take it as far as leaving to get the answer out of him. âYouâre so ridiculous.â
âYouâre the one who said you didnât see me leaving the bed. Iâve left it. Tell me.â
âFine. You evil, gorgeous genius you.â
âThanks.â
EJ chuckles at her response. âI didnât look at your license babe, I was telling the truth about that.â
âSo how then?â she prompts him.
âLike a year ago I was in class and we were talking about names. I donât even know how we got on the subject to be honest. Then we started talking about middle names and Aisha said something about how the middle names Renee, Nicole and Marie went triple platinum in the black community. It was funny so it just stuck in my head.â
Kourtney laughs, âYou remember the most random shit ever.â
âI guessâ he shrugs. âSo, are you staying for dinner Ren?â
âI think I will Johnny.â
He smiles at the nickname and grabs her hands, pulling her in between his legs. âYouâre lucky that your dramatic ass is fine.â
âIs that so?â she asks with a shit-eating grin.
He pulls her down by her chin and kisses her squarely on the lips.
What if Kourtwell had a secret thing after he and Nini broke up? But then *they* broke up before he got with Gina?
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âHey Kourt?â
Kourtney freezes while taking a sip of water after practicing her big solo alone in The Barn.
âYeah?â she turns to see none other than EJ standing at the entrance. âWhatâs up?â she wonders apprehensively.
âUm, do you have time to talk?â
âSureâŠwhat about?â
âUs.â
She looks around the room to confirm that they were indeed the only two present.
She grabs his arm to pull him further into the room. âUs? EJ, there is no us. Remember? We agreed.â
âNo, you agreed. I just complied.â
âStop.â
âIâm just saying that I didnât want to break up.â
âBreak up? We were never together.â
He takes a step closer. âThatâs because the night I was gonna ask you to officially be my girl, you called the whole thing off.â
âHu-huh? You were?â
âYeah I had the whole thing planned too. Then you sprung it on me that you couldnât handle the guilt of going behind Niniâs back anymore and called it off. Just like that.â
Kourtney looks exasperated and slightly conflicted.
âWhy exactly are you bringing this up now?â
âI saw his hand on your shoulder.â
âWhat?â she asked, feeling like she was missing a context clue.
âJet. I saw his hand on your shoulder earlier. And your hand was stretched up to touch his. That was quite an intentional choice, donât ya think?â
She scoffs âWhy does it even matter?â
âIt just does. Do you like him or something?â
âYou have a girlfriend.â
âIrrelevant to the question. Do you have a thing for Jet?â he asks, coming closer still.
âWho, by the way, has become a really good friend of mine.â Kourtney continues.
EJ sighs âI know.â
âIâm not doing this dance with you again.â
He chews on his bottom lip and stares deeply into Kourtneyâs eyes.
âSo you do like him.â
âJohnnyâŠâ
âJust tell me. Do. You. Like. Him?â he says while stepping even further into her orbit.
âMaybe? I donât know, okay!â
âRenâŠâ
âDonât call me that.â
âOh but you get to call me Johnny?â
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât be sorry, be mine again.â
Kourtâs eyes ignite with anger and frustration. She whispers angrily under her breath.
âYou have a girlfriend.â She punctuates her statement by poking him in the shoulder.
âI know but sheâs not you.â
âWhy are you doing this?â she asks incredulously.
âI donât know! I canât help that I canât forget you. When you broke things off, Gina and I got closer. And I thought that I was moving on but I was just trying to get over you.â
âEej, I-â she starts shakily.
Gina walks into the room, cutting off whatever response she was going to give him.
Kourtney takes a small step back inconspicuously, needing the space to breathe.
âHey guys! Whatâs up?â
âNothing!â Kourtney says in a too high-pitched tone.
She clears her throat. âEJ was just giving me some notes on how to channel that angst for Elsa. Very informativeâ she says while glaring at EJ a little.
âHuhâ Gina answers, picking up on the weird energy in the room.
âWell, I gotta go. See you guys later!â
Kourtney practically lunges for the door as she hears Gina address her boyfriend.
She takes a final look back as sheâs stepping across the threshold to see EJ staring at her.
They lock eyes for a moment.
EJ breaks their eye contact to answer some question that Gina posed with a distracted âYeah, sure babe.â
Kourtney shakes her head and continues on her way out.
Hey yâall. I really liked Jimone on All American/ All American: Homecoming and I think that the writers did them a disservice by having them break up in the way that they did. Also, some of the things theyâve had Jordan say after seems VERY out of character for him or at least the him that he was when dating Simone. (That was a sentence) Anyway, hereâs a little something that I wrote about it. Hope you enjoy.
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For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
That phrase echoes in Jordanâs head as he walks out of the beach house. Closing the front door behind him he sags against it and lets out a huge exhale.
From the corner of his eye he sees the hot tub. He fully turns his head to the right and stares blankly at it for what feels like eternity.
What if she wouldâve said yes to getting in the hot tub that night? Where would I be right now?
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
I wouldâve married Simone in a heartbeat. If she hadnât called the whole thing off she would be Simone Baker right now.
âWhat am I doing?â he asks himself under his breath.
I told Simone that nothing was going on between Layla and I but I just told Layla that I like her. How did nothing become something? Was something brewing between us this whole time?
For a wedding that never happened.
She was here and Simone was there. But does that mean that I want to date her or was she just a fill in when I couldnât have the real thing?
For a wedding that never happened.
Do I actually have feelings for Layla? Or do I just think I do because weâve gotten so close?
For a wedding that never happened.
Jordan started to pace up and down the pathway to the house.
Ok, letâs really break this down.
Were you in love with Simone? 100%.
Did you want to break up with Simone? No.
Do you want to date Layla? I donât know.
âUghâ Jordan groans in frustration and puts his palms over his eyes.
At that moment, Spencer is walking to the door and sees him. âAye man, you alright?â
Startled, Jordan puts his hands down and sees his friend. âHuh? What? Oh. Yeah Iâm OK.â
âYou sure?â
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
âNo. Can we like go for a walk or something?â
âYeah man, Iâm freeâ Spence says and goes to open the door.
Jordan places his hand on Spencerâs arm. âUmâŠletâs go around.â
âWhy? We can cut through the house and get to the beach.â
âYeah but Layla is in there.â
âOkayâŠand?â
âAnd itâs a whole thing. Kinda why I wanna take that walk.â
âUh uh.â Spencer says while turning to walk to the side of the house. âAre we just gonna leave her alone? Like is she waiting on you to come back?â
âI donât know man she was in there when I got home.â
Spencer looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
âSheâll be fine. She can let herself out.â
âAlright then.â
They walk to the beach in silence and start making their way down the shore. After a few minutes Jordan blurts out, âI kissed Layla.â
âHmmm.â
âHm? Thatâs all you have to say?â
âI mean, what do you want me to say bro?â
âActual words would be nice.â
âSo⊠you kissed Layla. How do you feel?â
âConfused.â
âAbout what?â
âEverything.â Jordan responds dejectedly while wiping a hand down his face.
For a wedding that never happened.
Jordan gives Spencer the entire rundown of what just happened in the kitchen.
âOk ok. Letâs be more clear. Do you like Layla?â
âOf course, sheâs one of my best friends now.â
âAight. Are you attracted to Layla?â
âYeah sheâs prettyâ Jordan shrugs.
âDo you want to be her boyfriend?â
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
âIâm not sure.â
âHm.â
âDude!â
Spencer shrugs, âI mean, Iâm just sayin.â
âSaying what though?â
âIt donât even matter. Letâs switch it up. When you saw how close Damon and Simone were, how did that make you feel?â
âAngry. A little terrified.â
âTerrified of what?â
âLosing my future.â
âYour future?â
âYeah.â Jordan stops and sits in a random spot on the beach facing the waves. Spencer follows suit.
âAfter I really got to know her, Simone and I feltâŠinevitable or something. When we got together I could invision our entire lives so clearly. But thatâs all gone now, I guess.â
âYou guess?â
âI mean who knowsâŠmaybe one dayâŠâ
âSo you just kissed Layla and told her that âshe canât resist youâ but are still holding out hope for Simone?â
âYeah? I mean no. I mean⊠I donât know man, I told you I was confused.â
âAre you confused or do you not want to face the truth?â
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
âThe truth?â
âThat you might not actually like Layla in a romantic way. That you might just want to force yourself to move on so you donât feel the pain of your breakup?â
Jordan was at a loss for words.
âBro, take it from me as someone who did have feelings for Layla before. I really liked her, sheâs a great girl. But I wasnât in love with her. I was just trying to feel better after your sister rejected me.â
âHuh.â
âAnd that wasnât fair to Layla. Me and Olivia? We really hurt her. Now that sheâs in a better place I would hate to see that happen again.â
For a wedding that never happened.
âThe last thing I want to do is hurt Layla.â
âI didnât want to hurt her either. But I did. By not thinking before I acted. A lot of heartbreak couldâve been avoided had I taken a moment to process my emotions.â
âOk sensei. That yoga and meditation really has you all thoughtful and shit.â Jordan jokes while pushing Spencerâs shoulder.
âYeah yeah. You laugh but Iâve really become better with sitting in my feelings and determining why I feel a certain way. Itâs always deeper than I think it is. You know?â
âI get what youâre saying itâs just hard.â
âTrue. But itâs worth it. You should give it a try.â
âMaybe.â Jordan says absentmindedly.
âRapid fire.â
âWhat?â
âRapid fire questions. I want you think about the first thing that comes to mind. Ok?â
For a wedding that never happened.
âSpenceâŠâ
âJust indulge me.â
âFine.â
âDo you think men and women can just be friends?â
âWhat? Yes.â
âDo you and Layla have a connection?â
âUh, yeah.â
âDo you think you have to date everyone you have a connection with?â
Jordan looks over at Spencer with an annoyed look. âReally?â
âRapid fire.â
He sighs, âNo.â
âAre you hurt that Simone broke up with you?â
âYes.â
âAre you ready to move on?â
âI want to be.â
âDo you think Simone and Damon are attracted to each other?â
Reluctantly Jordan answers, âYeah.â
âDo you think Simone would have ever cheated on you?â
âNo, I donât think so.â
âWould you have cheated on Simone?â
âNever.â
âDo you think Simone went back to Atlanta and asked Damon out?â
âMaybe.â
âIs it possible that your trying to force this thing with Layla because youâre afraid that Simone has moved on with Damon?â
âItâsâŠpossible.â
âAre you still in love with Simone?â
Yes.
Jordan just stared ahead and watched the waves crash against the shore.
Spencer gets up from the ground and brushes the sand from his pants. He pats Jordan on the shoulder and leaves him to his thoughts.
For a wedding that never happened.
Yeah but I wanted it to happen. And if Iâm being really honest with myself, I still doâŠsomeday.
Hey yâall! *laughs nervously* I know I havenât updated in like a century but Iâm back! This is the one story that I promised myself I would finish and I definitely wanna keep that promise. You might wanna go back and read the first three chapters to refresh your memory since itâs been so long. I hope you enjoy!
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âIt sure is crowded for a kickbackâ Charlotte muttered as she sidestepped a large football player rushing to the front door they had just walked through. She could hear the sound of him puking fade away as they ventured further in.
Walking into the party was almost like walking into a parallel universe. Not because anything particularly crazy was happening but just because they were there. In a place they had never been welcome before. Or had even considered going during normal circumstances.
They werenât pariahs or anything and Swellview is a smallish town, population wise so it wasnât like they were unknown. They were just standoffish with people outside their circle. Most of their time was spent at the ManCave with Ray, Jasper and Schowz. Fighting crime took a lot of energy. There wasnât much left over for social interaction.
âDo you want something to drink?â Henry asked Charlotte.
âYeah sureâ she responded back easily.
Henry started weaving through the crowd while Charlotte followed.
Once they made it to the kitchen they saw that it was relatively empty. Only a random couple who were making out on the island and a guy who was asleep with his body half inside of the pantry could be spotted.
âWe were definitely not at dinner long enough for people to be this drunkâ Charlotte muttered.
âSeriouslyâ, Henry said while carefully stepping over the sleeping dudeâs face to access the refrigerator, Charlotte following his path.
âHow long till we can leave?â Charlotte groaned.
âCome on, donât be like that Char. Letâs try to have fun.â Henry pleaded while handing her a sprite and getting a coke for himself.
She muttered her thanks while accepting the drink. âIâll try.â
âThatâs my girl.â He said encouragingly with a smirk.
âShut upâ replied Char while pushing his shoulder lightly. âLetâs go chill on the couch.â
They once again voyaged through the throng of partygoers in order to reach the living room. Spotting a large sectional, they beelined for the empty spaces at the end.
Henry sat in the corner and before Charlotte could sit next to him he grabbed her hips to redirect her onto his lap.
Letting out a surprised squeak, she tried to protest and move to the seat beside him but Henry sat up against her back and whispered in her ear âBianca, 3 oâclock.â
Charlotte looked out the corner of her eye and saw Bianca glaring at them over the rim of her cup as she took a sip.
Char subtly raised her eyebrows in disdain and then leaned against Henry until they were both molded into the couch. Noticing that Henry still had his hands resting lightly on her hips, she pulled them around her further so they were wrapped around her midsection with her hands covering his.
Not questioning her sudden bout of confidence, Henry pulled her impossibly closer.
Rage seemed to radiate from Bianca as she downed the remainder of whatever liquid courage was in her cup and handed the hollow plastic to a confused stranger partying beside her.
Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Bianca put on a mask of indifference and started to dance in a way that was supposed to give off sensuality but was severely lacking.
Is she serious? Charlotte thought while watching her dance and obviously make eyes at Henry behind her. Feeling a sudden burst of petty energy Charlotte turned her body slightly and placed a kiss on Henryâs neck. When she looked back into the crowd she saw that Bianca had found a random football player and was now attempting to grind on him. Folding her lips inside her mouth to prevent herself from laughing, Charlotte leaned back against Henryâs chest and murmured âCheck mate.â
Throughout this whole process that couldnât have been more than three minutes, Henry was a little stunned. He may have overestimated his own skills when he was teasing Charlotte about needing to practice earlier. Now he was the one feeling like a novice.
Pulling her onto his lap had been impulsive and it seemed like a good enough idea until Charlotte did what she does best and elevated it. She always makes a plan so much better he thought absentmindedly.
Now that they were in this position, all he could really do was focus on controlling his breathing. He mightâve bit off more than he could chew. Why was he feeling tingly all of a sudden?
Thirty more minutes into the party and Henry was in hell. He didnât fully think this whole Charlotte sitting on his lap thing through. Heâs realizing that he put way too much faith in himself and that was his first mistake.
His second mistake? Not thinking about how much Charlotte would be moving. Charlotte is definitely not the type of girl to go out alone in the middle of the crowd but heâs coming to the realization that she is a chair dancer. And heâs the chair.
He isnât even sure if sheâs conscious of it but every time a song she likes comes on she sways a little to the music and she also moves her hips. Very subtly but definitely enough that he can feel it.
After a reggaeton song that was popular on TikTok ends, he needs to get her off of him. Like now. Otherwise their friendship will take a very awkward turn.
âUm, I gotta go to the bathroom real quickâ Henry whispered into her ear before putting his hands on her hips to lift her off of him.
âOk no problem.â she replies while standing up.
Practically sprinting to the bathroom, Henry gets there and discovers that there is a line.
âUgh. This is not what I need right now.â He grumbles frustratedly under his breath with his head down.
He mustâve been louder than he thought because the girl in front of him looks over her shoulder.
Itâs Bianca. But Henry is too busy glaring at his shoelaces and thinking of Schowz in one of his bean baths to help calm his racing pulse.
Dropping her clutch on the ground in front of her, Bianca reaches down to grab it and rubs up against Henry on the way up.
âWhoa, dude what are you doing?â he says while backing up with his arms raised.
âSorry, I just dropped my bag.â
âRiggghhhhhhhttttttâ Henry replies in a disapproving tone.
âMy bad.â She simpered unapologetically. âBut it seems like you enjoyed it.â
âI definitely didnât.â
âThatâs not what I felt.â
âWhat you felt had absolutely nothing to do with you.â
âOf course not. Because you have a âgirlfriendââ she replies boredly.
âYes. I do have a girlfriend. No air quotes required.â
âUh uh. Henry, why are you playing so hard to get? I know this thing with Charlene is just a ruse to make me jealous. Admit it.â
âYou know what Bianca? Youâre right about one thing.â He crooks a finger at her. âCome here, let me tell you something.â
She leans closer to Henry as he bends down to speak directly in her ear.
âI am hard to get. For you. For Charlotte Iâm just hard. Sheâs the reason why you felt what you felt. It had nothing to do with your little bend and snap stunt.â
Bianca looks disgusted as she processes his vulgar words and their implications.
âBut you know what you did do for me?â
âWhat?â
âYou helped me lose my boner.â Henry states while leaning back up.
He looked at her and saw nothing but affronted disapproval all over her face.
At the same time, someone was exiting the bathroom. âOh look, itâs your turnâ he casually remarked while leaving to go back to the party.
She stood there in stunned silence for a few moments.
âYo! You gonna pee or not?!â the new person behind her exclaimed before shoving her aside when they received no response.