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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 don’t write Chasper. I have read some good Chasper stories before but I don’t 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, I’m sure you don’t even care for an answer anymore because it’s 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 haven’t 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. ❤️
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This ask is literally 5+ years old and I know I could’ve just deleted it but I felt the need to let you know that I don’t 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 it’s coming soon because I’ve been thinking about my WIPs A LOT lately.
P.S. Sorry for answering so late and thanks for reading.
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Ya’ll, I feel like maybe we did this before but it obviously didn't work so let’s try it again. There is a racist and homophobic review on my story and because the commenter is a registered user I can’t just delete their review. Which is crazy as hell in my opinion. I’ve already blocked and reported but can you please take a second to report as well?
Here’s 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.
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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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“Eughhh” 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.
“When did we even fall asleep?” she hears a deep, scratchy voice ask in her ear.
“I don’t know but we should probably get up. What time is it?”
“Five more minutes.”
She chuckles. “We shouldn’t have gotten any minutes. We were supposed to be running lines.”
“And we did. Seems we just ran out of steam there.”
“I knew we shouldn’t 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.”
“I 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 me” he says while dropping a series of kisses on her collarbone.
“Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“And who says I know you that well? I’m not even sure I know what color eyes you have, to be honest.”
Halting his ministrations, he gives her an incredulous look. “Really Kourt? As much time as I spend looking at you? You know what color my eyes are.”
She turns in the bed to face him. “Fine, I was just kidding about the eyes thing but there’s still so much I don’t know about you. I mean, what does EJ even stand for?”
“Guess.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, guess. I bet you’ll never get it.”
“Hmmm. Eli Jordan? No. Elijah James? Noooo. Eric John. Final answer.”
“John is right. Eric is not.”
“Okay, okay. Halfway there. Ethan?"
“Nope.”
“Emmett?”
“Uh uh.”
“Evan?”
“No.”
“Ezra?”
“Ew.”
“Babe just tell me.”
“But if I tell you, you might stop calling me babe.”
“If you don’t tell me, I might not call you ever again” she replies in a singsongy voice.
“How about this? If I can guess your middle name, then you still have to figure out my first name.”
“What? How is that fair?”
“It isn’t.”
“Are you really not going to tell me?” she asks while pouting.
“Stop giving me those puppy dog eyes, it won’t work” he says but still closes his own eyes in order to resist caving.
“You are so annoying.”
“Maybe. But I don’t see you leaving this bed” he says while getting in her space and gently kissing her on the cheek.
Kourtney rolls her eyes “Whatever. But you have three tries to get my middle name right or I’ll make you spill.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh.”
“And how will you do that?”
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.
“I have my ways.”
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.
“You don’t play fair Ms. Greene.”
“Never forget that Mr. Caswell.”
“Fine, three chances. Woo! Let me think.”
“Umm Kourtney Marie?”
“Nah.”
“Uhhhh, Kourtney Nicole?”
“Do I look like a Nicole?”
“No. You’re right. Ooh! I got it. Kourtney Renee.”
Shocked that he actually got it so quickly, she sideeyes him. “Did you see my license or something?”
“So I’m right? Yes!”
“Seriously, how did you know?”
“I didn’t cheat if that’s what you’re trying to imply Ren.”
“Ren?”
“Yeah, like short for Renee. Do you hate it?”
“No, I kinda dig it. But spill. How did you get that so easily?”
“I have my ways” 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.
“Your ways huh?”
“I- um. I- ”
“What was that?” she mocks then leans forward and presses a kiss below his right earlobe. “So tell me the truth, you looked at my ID didn’t you?” she asks directly in his ear.
“Nope. I just got it like that.” EJ snakes his arms around her back to pull her flush against him.
“Fine.” She says in what seems like concession. “Color me impressed.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah” 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.
“Well, I got to go. See you later.”
“Huh?” was all he could manage while his mind was still foggy from her kiss.
“I should probably get home and finish my homework and stuff.”
“I thought you were gonna do that here and then eat dinner with me?” he swings his legs over the side of the bed to face her.
“I was but I don’t know. I’m not really feeling it anymore” she says while grabbing her Beauty and the Beast script from the floor and packing her bookbag.
“Are you serious?”
“Possibly. How did you guess my name?”
He scoffs, amused and a little annoyed that she would take it as far as leaving to get the answer out of him. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“You’re the one who said you didn’t see me leaving the bed. I’ve left it. Tell me.”
“Fine. You evil, gorgeous genius you.”
“Thanks.”
EJ chuckles at her response. “I didn’t look at your license babe, I was telling the truth about that.”
“So how then?” she prompts him.
“Like a year ago I was in class and we were talking about names. I don’t 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.”
Kourtney laughs, “You remember the most random shit ever.”
“I guess” he shrugs. “So, are you staying for dinner Ren?”
“I think I will Johnny.”
He smiles at the nickname and grabs her hands, pulling her in between his legs. “You’re lucky that your dramatic ass is fine.”
“Is that so?” 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?
~~~~~
“Hey Kourt?”
Kourtney freezes while taking a sip of water after practicing her big solo alone in The Barn.
“Yeah?” she turns to see none other than EJ standing at the entrance. “What’s up?” she wonders apprehensively.
“Um, do you have time to talk?”
“Sure…what about?”
“Us.”
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. “Us? EJ, there is no us. Remember? We agreed.”
“No, you agreed. I just complied.”
“Stop.”
“I’m just saying that I didn’t want to break up.”
“Break up? We were never together.”
He takes a step closer. “That’s because the night I was gonna ask you to officially be my girl, you called the whole thing off.”
“Hu-huh? You were?”
“Yeah I had the whole thing planned too. Then you sprung it on me that you couldn’t handle the guilt of going behind Nini’s back anymore and called it off. Just like that.”
Kourtney looks exasperated and slightly conflicted.
“Why exactly are you bringing this up now?”
“I saw his hand on your shoulder.”
“What?” she asked, feeling like she was missing a context clue.
“Jet. I saw his hand on your shoulder earlier. And your hand was stretched up to touch his. That was quite an intentional choice, don’t ya think?”
She scoffs “Why does it even matter?”
“It just does. Do you like him or something?”
“You have a girlfriend.”
“Irrelevant to the question. Do you have a thing for Jet?” he asks, coming closer still.
“Who, by the way, has become a really good friend of mine.” Kourtney continues.
EJ sighs “I know.”
“I’m not doing this dance with you again.”
He chews on his bottom lip and stares deeply into Kourtney’s eyes.
“So you do like him.”
“Johnny…”
“Just tell me. Do. You. Like. Him?” he says while stepping even further into her orbit.
“Maybe? I don’t know, okay!”
“Ren…”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Oh but you get to call me Johnny?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, be mine again.”
Kourt’s eyes ignite with anger and frustration. She whispers angrily under her breath.
“You have a girlfriend.” She punctuates her statement by poking him in the shoulder.
“I know but she’s not you.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asks incredulously.
“I don’t know! I can’t help that I can’t 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.”
“Eej, I-” 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.
“Hey guys! What’s up?”
“Nothing!” Kourtney says in a too high-pitched tone.
She clears her throat. “EJ was just giving me some notes on how to channel that angst for Elsa. Very informative” she says while glaring at EJ a little.
“Huh” Gina answers, picking up on the weird energy in the room.
“Well, I gotta go. See you guys later!”
Kourtney practically lunges for the door as she hears Gina address her boyfriend.
She takes a final look back as she’s 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 “Yeah, sure babe.”
Kourtney shakes her head and continues on her way out.
Hey y’all. 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 they’ve 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, here’s 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 Jordan’s 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 would’ve 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 would’ve married Simone in a heartbeat. If she hadn’t called the whole thing off she would be Simone Baker right now.
“What am I doing?” 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 couldn’t 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 we’ve gotten so close?
For a wedding that never happened.
Jordan started to pace up and down the pathway to the house.
Ok, let’s 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 don’t know.
“Ugh” Jordan groans in frustration and puts his palms over his eyes.
At that moment, Spencer is walking to the door and sees him. “Aye man, you alright?”
Startled, Jordan puts his hands down and sees his friend. “Huh? What? Oh. Yeah I’m OK.”
“You sure?“
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
“No. Can we like go for a walk or something?”
“Yeah man, I’m free” Spence says and goes to open the door.
Jordan places his hand on Spencer’s arm. “Um…let’s go around.”
“Why? We can cut through the house and get to the beach.”
“Yeah but Layla is in there.”
“Okay…and?”
“And it’s a whole thing. Kinda why I wanna take that walk.”
“Uh uh.” Spencer says while turning to walk to the side of the house. “Are we just gonna leave her alone? Like is she waiting on you to come back?”
“I don’t know man she was in there when I got home.”
Spencer looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
“She’ll be fine. She can let herself out.”
“Alright then.”
They walk to the beach in silence and start making their way down the shore. After a few minutes Jordan blurts out, “I kissed Layla.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hm? That’s all you have to say?”
“I mean, what do you want me to say bro?”
“Actual words would be nice.”
“So… you kissed Layla. How do you feel?”
“Confused.”
“About what?”
“Everything.” 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.
“Ok ok. Let’s be more clear. Do you like Layla?”
“Of course, she’s one of my best friends now.”
“Aight. Are you attracted to Layla?”
“Yeah she’s pretty” Jordan shrugs.
“Do you want to be her boyfriend?”
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
“I’m not sure.”
“Hm.”
“Dude!”
Spencer shrugs, “I mean, I’m just sayin.”
“Saying what though?”
“It don’t even matter. Let’s switch it up. When you saw how close Damon and Simone were, how did that make you feel?”
“Angry. A little terrified.”
“Terrified of what?”
“Losing my future.”
“Your future?”
“Yeah.” Jordan stops and sits in a random spot on the beach facing the waves. Spencer follows suit.
“After I really got to know her, Simone and I felt…inevitable or something. When we got together I could invision our entire lives so clearly. But that’s all gone now, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I mean who knows…maybe one day…”
“So you just kissed Layla and told her that ‘she can’t resist you’ but are still holding out hope for Simone?”
“Yeah? I mean no. I mean… I don’t know man, I told you I was confused.”
“Are you confused or do you not want to face the truth?”
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
For a wedding that never happened.
“The truth?”
“That you might not actually like Layla in a romantic way. That you might just want to force yourself to move on so you don’t feel the pain of your breakup?”
Jordan was at a loss for words.
“Bro, take it from me as someone who did have feelings for Layla before. I really liked her, she’s a great girl. But I wasn’t in love with her. I was just trying to feel better after your sister rejected me.”
“Huh.”
“And that wasn’t fair to Layla. Me and Olivia? We really hurt her. Now that she’s in a better place I would hate to see that happen again.”
For a wedding that never happened.
“The last thing I want to do is hurt Layla.”
“I didn’t want to hurt her either. But I did. By not thinking before I acted. A lot of heartbreak could’ve been avoided had I taken a moment to process my emotions.”
“Ok sensei. That yoga and meditation really has you all thoughtful and shit.” Jordan jokes while pushing Spencer’s shoulder.
“Yeah yeah. You laugh but I’ve really become better with sitting in my feelings and determining why I feel a certain way. It’s always deeper than I think it is. You know?”
“I get what you’re saying it’s just hard.”
“True. But it’s worth it. You should give it a try.”
“Maybe.” Jordan says absentmindedly.
“Rapid fire.”
“What?”
“Rapid fire questions. I want you think about the first thing that comes to mind. Ok?”
For a wedding that never happened.
“Spence…”
“Just indulge me.”
“Fine.”
“Do you think men and women can just be friends?”
“What? Yes.”
“Do you and Layla have a connection?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Do you think you have to date everyone you have a connection with?”
Jordan looks over at Spencer with an annoyed look. “Really?”
“Rapid fire.”
He sighs, “No.”
“Are you hurt that Simone broke up with you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to move on?”
“I want to be.”
“Do you think Simone and Damon are attracted to each other?”
Reluctantly Jordan answers, “Yeah.”
“Do you think Simone would have ever cheated on you?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Would you have cheated on Simone?“
“Never.”
“Do you think Simone went back to Atlanta and asked Damon out?”
“Maybe.”
“Is it possible that your trying to force this thing with Layla because you’re afraid that Simone has moved on with Damon?”
“It’s…possible.”
“Are you still in love with Simone?”
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 I’m being really honest with myself, I still do…someday.
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Hey y’all! *laughs nervously* I know I haven’t updated in like a century but I’m 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 it’s been so long. I hope you enjoy!
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“It sure is crowded for a kickback” 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 weren’t pariahs or anything and Swellview is a smallish town, population wise so it wasn’t 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 wasn’t much left over for social interaction.
“Do you want something to drink?” Henry asked Charlotte.
“Yeah sure” 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.
“We were definitely not at dinner long enough for people to be this drunk” Charlotte muttered.
“Seriously”, Henry said while carefully stepping over the sleeping dude’s face to access the refrigerator, Charlotte following his path.
“How long till we can leave?” Charlotte groaned.
“Come on, don’t be like that Char. Let’s try to have fun.” Henry pleaded while handing her a sprite and getting a coke for himself.
She muttered her thanks while accepting the drink. “I’ll try.”
“That’s my girl.” He said encouragingly with a smirk.
“Shut up” replied Char while pushing his shoulder lightly. “Let’s go chill on the couch.”
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 “Bianca, 3 o’clock.”
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 Henry’s 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 Henry’s chest and murmured “Check mate.”
Throughout this whole process that couldn’t 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 might’ve 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 didn’t fully think this whole Charlotte sitting on his lap thing through. He’s 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 he’s coming to the realization that she is a chair dancer. And he’s the chair.
He isn’t even sure if she’s 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.
“Um, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Henry whispered into her ear before putting his hands on her hips to lift her off of him.
“Ok no problem.” she replies while standing up.
Practically sprinting to the bathroom, Henry gets there and discovers that there is a line.
“Ugh. This is not what I need right now.” He grumbles frustratedly under his breath with his head down.
He must’ve been louder than he thought because the girl in front of him looks over her shoulder.
It’s 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.
“Whoa, dude what are you doing?” he says while backing up with his arms raised.
“Sorry, I just dropped my bag.”
“Riggghhhhhhhtttttt” Henry replies in a disapproving tone.
“My bad.” She simpered unapologetically. “But it seems like you enjoyed it.”
“I definitely didn’t.”
“That’s not what I felt.”
“What you felt had absolutely nothing to do with you.”
“Of course not. Because you have a ‘girlfriend’” she replies boredly.
“Yes. I do have a girlfriend. No air quotes required.”
“Uh 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.”
“You know what Bianca? You’re right about one thing.” He crooks a finger at her. “Come here, let me tell you something.”
She leans closer to Henry as he bends down to speak directly in her ear.
“I am hard to get. For you. For Charlotte I’m just hard. She’s the reason why you felt what you felt. It had nothing to do with your little bend and snap stunt.”
Bianca looks disgusted as she processes his vulgar words and their implications.
“But you know what you did do for me?”
“What?”
“You helped me lose my boner.” 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. “Oh look, it’s your turn” he casually remarked while leaving to go back to the party.
She stood there in stunned silence for a few moments.
“Yo! You gonna pee or not?!” the new person behind her exclaimed before shoving her aside when they received no response.
