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recent: the newlywed series- Jeno- newlywed fluff, est. relationship, slice of life, f!reader
[3:29 pm] fratboy!Johnny x shy!reader, college!au, f!reader, fluff, humor, flirtiness
[6:55 pm] est. relationship, slice of life, fluff, humor
i post on friday or saturdays usually
another tiktok with frat jaehyun x sweets - bf telling gf to pretend he’s a random guy & sweets being the way she is, teasing him as a joke
I fear I had too much fun with this one hehe thank you anon!!!
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ pretend I'm a random guy ⋆⭒˚.⋆
Fratboy!Jaehyun knew very well that playing pranks on you or doing these TikTok trends on you wasn't a skill set he carried. It was more your thing, which he was alright with, despite the constant stress that came from them.
This trend though, this one he'd been seeing endlessly and strangely, you hadn't done it to him yet. At first he got a little pouty thinking that maybe you didn't want to do the trend with him. Even though they were a source of tension for him, in hindsight they were fun. He could see why you liked recording these moments and having a good laugh with him. Even if the pranks were mostly at his expense, he would do these pranks and a million more to hear your laugh. After the poutiness, he did realize that you'd been working on a big project for one of your classes all week and maybe you didn't have too much time to be scrolling on your phone.
Tonight though, you'd be stress free and looking to relax with your boyfriend. You stood beside Jungwoo in the kitchen while you both made conversation and ate your ice creams from the convenience store. He should have known that the two of you going on a snack run would have resulted in a counter full of sweet snacks and the two of you gossiping like middle aged women.
Jungwoo was called away and Jaehyun took this opportunity to play his prank. He set his phone up against the roll of paper towels and set up the timer. He stepped toward you, counting down the seconds in his head, plus a few extra, before exclaiming, "pretend I'm a random guy!"
Jaehyun was on you in less than a second his arms, grabbing your waist as he kissed you messily and passionately. You kissed him back eagerly, letting his tongue slip past your lips so he could taste the remaining sweetness of your ice cream on your tongue.
He pulled away with his eyes wide, "no! Wrong! You're supposed to pretend I'm a random guy so why did you kiss me back?!" That was not supposed to be how this went down! You were supposed to push him away and act like he was, well, a stranger!
"Well, the random guy who attacked me with kisses was really hot! I have to pretend I'm blind because I'm not single?" You counter with a raised brow.
He runs a hand down his face, "let's try this again." He exhales for a few seconds before he paints on a smirk and asks, "hey pretty lady, are you single?"
"No, but my boyfriend doesn't have to know. Want to get out of here?" You ask while batting your lashes up at him flirtatiously, dragging your hand down to the waistband of his pants.
"Sweetheart! Fuck! Again?!" Jaehyun groans.
"Baby, can I really be blamed when you're just really good at flirting? Wow, I'm starting to regret not making you work harder for me now. I like you flirting," you tell him while fanning yourself.
"Last time, Sweets. Behave, alright?" Jaehyun scolds.
You nod, shaking your arms out and exhaling with a nod. Jaehyun starts one last time, knowing there isn't a lot of time left on the video, "Hey there, pretty-"
He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before you're screaming at the top of your lungs like your life depends on it, "help! Help! Stranger danger! Pervert alert! Perv alert! Someone help me!"
Footsteps thud toward the kitchen where you now stood with a sweet and innocent smile directed right at your boyfriend.
"It's fine! She's fine!" Jaehyun calls out loudly, sighs of relief can be heard. He glares at you harshly, "what the hell does behave mean to you, huh?"
You shrug, "I was just having fun."
He snatches his phone from where it stands. How does he still end up the loser on a prank that he played?
I love sweets with all my heart my gosh I aspire to be her with my future man and keep him on his toes daily 🫡🫡🫡
It’s all I’ll ever ask of you really, to carry on her spirit and make her proud🫡🫡
Is second person POV your favorite to write in? Or is there another reason you write in that POV? I know that Sweets and Jaehyun are like a separate entity now so I was just wondering :) It’s so fun to read all of your works!
Hmmmm, good question! Well, second person POV is the only POV I write in so I guess it is my favorite. Now that I’m really putting some thought into it, I think I started writing in second person because when I first started reading fanfic everything I read was written that way. I think for me the reason I don’t write first person POV is because whatever I write isn’t just for me, it’s for all of us. So writing in first person POV, “I, me, my, our, etc.” would kind of take me out of the fun of fanfiction and make it personal, which for me it’s not really. It’s just a fun, creative outlet for me and I’m super grateful for everyone who sticks around and consumes my writing!!
I think the more I write for fratboy!Jae, I really do have to start including that he’s oc /ooc. Obviously, he’s not as himbo-like from what we see, but in the sweets x jae universe he’s just our precious lil guy, trying his best with a chaotic gf🫶🏼
another tiktok with frat jaehyun x sweets - bf telling gf to pretend he’s a random guy & sweets being the way she is, teasing him as a joke
I fear I had too much fun with this one hehe thank you anon!!!
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ pretend I'm a random guy ⋆⭒˚.⋆
Fratboy!Jaehyun knew very well that playing pranks on you or doing these TikTok trends on you wasn't a skill set he carried. It was more your thing, which he was alright with, despite the constant stress that came from them.
This trend though, this one he'd been seeing endlessly and strangely, you hadn't done it to him yet. At first he got a little pouty thinking that maybe you didn't want to do the trend with him. Even though they were a source of tension for him, in hindsight they were fun. He could see why you liked recording these moments and having a good laugh with him. Even if the pranks were mostly at his expense, he would do these pranks and a million more to hear your laugh. After the poutiness, he did realize that you'd been working on a big project for one of your classes all week and maybe you didn't have too much time to be scrolling on your phone.
Tonight though, you'd be stress free and looking to relax with your boyfriend. You stood beside Jungwoo in the kitchen while you both made conversation and ate your ice creams from the convenience store. He should have known that the two of you going on a snack run would have resulted in a counter full of sweet snacks and the two of you gossiping like middle aged women.
Jungwoo was called away and Jaehyun took this opportunity to play his prank. He set his phone up against the roll of paper towels and set up the timer. He stepped toward you, counting down the seconds in his head, plus a few extra, before exclaiming, "pretend I'm a random guy!"
Jaehyun was on you in less than a second his arms, grabbing your waist as he kissed you messily and passionately. You kissed him back eagerly, letting his tongue slip past your lips so he could taste the remaining sweetness of your ice cream on your tongue.
He pulled away with his eyes wide, "no! Wrong! You're supposed to pretend I'm a random guy so why did you kiss me back?!" That was not supposed to be how this went down! You were supposed to push him away and act like he was, well, a stranger!
"Well, the random guy who attacked me with kisses was really hot! I have to pretend I'm blind because I'm not single?" You counter with a raised brow.
He runs a hand down his face, "let's try this again." He exhales for a few seconds before he paints on a smirk and asks, "hey pretty lady, are you single?"
"No, but my boyfriend doesn't have to know. Want to get out of here?" You ask while batting your lashes up at him flirtatiously, dragging your hand down to the waistband of his pants.
"Sweetheart! Fuck! Again?!" Jaehyun groans.
"Baby, can I really be blamed when you're just really good at flirting? Wow, I'm starting to regret not making you work harder for me now. I like you flirting," you tell him while fanning yourself.
"Last time, Sweets. Behave, alright?" Jaehyun scolds.
You nod, shaking your arms out and exhaling with a nod. Jaehyun starts one last time, knowing there isn't a lot of time left on the video, "Hey there, pretty-"
He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before you're screaming at the top of your lungs like your life depends on it, "help! Help! Stranger danger! Pervert alert! Perv alert! Someone help me!"
Footsteps thud toward the kitchen where you now stood with a sweet and innocent smile directed right at your boyfriend.
"It's fine! She's fine!" Jaehyun calls out loudly, sighs of relief can be heard. He glares at you harshly, "what the hell does behave mean to you, huh?"
You shrug, "I was just having fun."
He snatches his phone from where it stands. How does he still end up the loser on a prank that he played?
i had this silly idea that i was gonna write but i trust you with the idea more so i’m pitching this tent here in your inbox for no particular reason (as i will never tell you what to write!!!)
but like.. pretending you got fratboy!jaehyun’s name tattooed and he goes the whole day stressing thinking you permanently inked yourself with his name… until you wash it off at the end of the day 😭 i just thought it was funny :3
oh Sweets stressing Jaehyun out, you will always be famous to me
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ tell me that's not permanent ⋆⭒˚.⋆
Fratboy!Jaehyun never thought that anything good ever came of you and your roommates going out and drinking. Sure, the drunken calls where you poured your heart out were sweet but damn, the stress that came from these nights was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
Going into college he never thought he'd have to convince a police officer to not take his girlfriend's roommate to jail. He didn't think there would be a handful of nights where he had to chase you down the street while you left a trail of clothes behind you. He didn't think he'd have to worry about permanent body modifications on someone other than himself, but here he was.
Last night he'd gotten a picture sent to him from Kira. A picture of you sitting in a reclined chair with your arm extended to a heavily tattooed man who held a needle over your arm. When Jaehyun zoomed in, his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Fuck, that couldn't be his name he was reading on your wrist right?! But who else could 'Jaehy' be?! A very sloppy 'Jaehy' that looked like a 6 year old with a marker scrawled it out.
He'd called you earlier this morning but the call went unanswered. Later in the afternoon he called you again and all he could see was your face surrounded by your blankets while you groaned and croaked about never drinking again. Unfortunately for Jaehyun, he didn't see much more than your face. This would be perfectly fine of course, if he wasn't a nervous mess about you potentially having his name tattooed on your skin.
He'd heard it was kind of like a curse to get your partner's name tattooed on yourself. He didn't want the two of you to break up, he wanted to be with you forever! What if you regretted it? Tattoos were permanent! Didn't anyone try to tell you that last night?!
By the time evening rolled around, Jaehyun had been anxiously awaiting your arrival after the chapter meeting. You waltzed right in, looking far too cute and cozy in one of his hoodies as you greeted the guys on your way to your boyfriend.
Instead of hugging you like he usually did, he grabbed your outstretched arm and rolled your sleeve down. He let out a high pitched yelp, the color from his face draining immediately upon seeing the plastic wrapped letters of his name on your skin.
"No, no, no, no, no," Jaehyun chanted, pacing around the room with his head buried in his hands.
"What? Don't you like it? Now everyone knows I'm yours!" You call out with far too much happiness for the dread he feels.
"Are you still drunk? You do know that tattoos are permanent, right?" Jaehyun asks exasperatedly.
You nod fervently, "yeah, duh. That was the whole point of a tattoo."
"Sweetheart, tell me that's not permanent. I'm begging," he drops to his knees dramatically, "please tell me it's not real. I've been so stressed since Kira texted me last night."
You roll your eyes, helping him to his feet to lead him to the sink in the kitchen. There you take the plastic off your wrist and hold the tattoo under the water. He watches as you drag your finger over the tattoo and the tattoo... smudges?
"It's not- It wasn't real?" He asks, relief evident in his voice.
"Fuck no, Jaehyun. I'm not an idiot. It was liquid eyeliner," you reply with a roll of your eyes as you wash the rest of your 'tattoo' off.
"But the picture?" He asks with furrowed brows.
You laugh, a sound still far too sweet for the stress draining from Jaehyun at the moment, "I asked the guy to pretend to tattoo me."
"What the hell were you doing in a tattoo shop anyway?"
"Ari wanted to get pierced," you shrug casually.
"Pierced?" he asks, "pierced where?"
You freeze, turning your gaze away from him as you stare blankly at the kitchen towel in your hands, "you don't want to know..."
"I think you and your friends are going to be the reason I go bald by 30. Do you want that? Do you want a bald husband?" He asks while cupping your face in his hands.
"Husband?! Let's finish school first at the very least!"
Jaehyun groans, "stress! Woman, you stress me out!"
i had this silly idea that i was gonna write but i trust you with the idea more so i’m pitching this tent here in your inbox for no particular reason (as i will never tell you what to write!!!)
but like.. pretending you got fratboy!jaehyun’s name tattooed and he goes the whole day stressing thinking you permanently inked yourself with his name… until you wash it off at the end of the day 😭 i just thought it was funny :3
oh Sweets stressing Jaehyun out, you will always be famous to me
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ tell me that's not permanent ⋆⭒˚.⋆
Fratboy!Jaehyun never thought that anything good ever came of you and your roommates going out and drinking. Sure, the drunken calls where you poured your heart out were sweet but damn, the stress that came from these nights was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
Going into college he never thought he'd have to convince a police officer to not take his girlfriend's roommate to jail. He didn't think there would be a handful of nights where he had to chase you down the street while you left a trail of clothes behind you. He didn't think he'd have to worry about permanent body modifications on someone other than himself, but here he was.
Last night he'd gotten a picture sent to him from Kira. A picture of you sitting in a reclined chair with your arm extended to a heavily tattooed man who held a needle over your arm. When Jaehyun zoomed in, his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Fuck, that couldn't be his name he was reading on your wrist right?! But who else could 'Jaehy' be?! A very sloppy 'Jaehy' that looked like a 6 year old with a marker scrawled it out.
He'd called you earlier this morning but the call went unanswered. Later in the afternoon he called you again and all he could see was your face surrounded by your blankets while you groaned and croaked about never drinking again. Unfortunately for Jaehyun, he didn't see much more than your face. This would be perfectly fine of course, if he wasn't a nervous mess about you potentially having his name tattooed on your skin.
He'd heard it was kind of like a curse to get your partner's name tattooed on yourself. He didn't want the two of you to break up, he wanted to be with you forever! What if you regretted it? Tattoos were permanent! Didn't anyone try to tell you that last night?!
By the time evening rolled around, Jaehyun had been anxiously awaiting your arrival after the chapter meeting. You waltzed right in, looking far too cute and cozy in one of his hoodies as you greeted the guys on your way to your boyfriend.
Instead of hugging you like he usually did, he grabbed your outstretched arm and rolled your sleeve down. He let out a high pitched yelp, the color from his face draining immediately upon seeing the plastic wrapped letters of his name on your skin.
"No, no, no, no, no," Jaehyun chanted, pacing around the room with his head buried in his hands.
"What? Don't you like it? Now everyone knows I'm yours!" You call out with far too much happiness for the dread he feels.
"Are you still drunk? You do know that tattoos are permanent, right?" Jaehyun asks exasperatedly.
You nod fervently, "yeah, duh. That was the whole point of a tattoo."
"Sweetheart, tell me that's not permanent. I'm begging," he drops to his knees dramatically, "please tell me it's not real. I've been so stressed since Kira texted me last night."
You roll your eyes, helping him to his feet to lead him to the sink in the kitchen. There you take the plastic off your wrist and hold the tattoo under the water. He watches as you drag your finger over the tattoo and the tattoo... smudges?
"It's not- It wasn't real?" He asks, relief evident in his voice.
"Fuck no, Jaehyun. I'm not an idiot. It was liquid eyeliner," you reply with a roll of your eyes as you wash the rest of your 'tattoo' off.
"But the picture?" He asks with furrowed brows.
You laugh, a sound still far too sweet for the stress draining from Jaehyun at the moment, "I asked the guy to pretend to tattoo me."
"What the hell were you doing in a tattoo shop anyway?"
"Ari wanted to get pierced," you shrug casually.
"Pierced?" he asks, "pierced where?"
You freeze, turning your gaze away from him as you stare blankly at the kitchen towel in your hands, "you don't want to know..."
"I think you and your friends are going to be the reason I go bald by 30. Do you want that? Do you want a bald husband?" He asks while cupping your face in his hands.
"Husband?! Let's finish school first at the very least!"
Jaehyun groans, "stress! Woman, you stress me out!"
the newlywed series- first time shopping for and decorating your new home
newlywed!Jeno x f!wife!reader
summary: As newlyweds you both need a new space fit for the lives you’ll build together, your first official space together. That comes with hunting for the perfect space and making it feel like home
word count: 1.4k
divider from strangergraphics
Before you and Jeno even got married, it had been decided that your current living accommodations weren’t where you wanted to start your married life together. Your place was cute, sure, but it was small and it wasn’t currently holding all of his belongings. It just wouldn’t work and you were perfectly fine with starting a new chapter of your life in a new space.
That’s how the two of you ended up looking high and low for a new place to start your lives together. If you thought planning a wedding was hard… finding the perfect apartment was even harder. There were far too many places that had misleading pictures that ended up being much smaller than you both thought, not as modern, in sketch areas, or just plain ugly.
I LOOOOOOVEEEEEE YOUR WORKS!!!! 🫵🏼 YOU ARE A GENIUS!!! i kid you not i get super duper excited when you post bcs i fosho know you’re gonna bless my brain!!!
i love jae and sweets so so so so so much!!!! like they are so so so adorable and i cant wait to read more of that frat jae sweets universe!!! ive re-read that whole masterlist like 20 times bcs i loveeee it so much!!!!!!!!
also i just read the frat johnny fic and i loveeeeed it so much!!! like damn u really live inside my brain cs i was just thinking the other day wouldnt it be cute if frat johnny had a girl too!!! thank u so much!! u are my top 2 fav writers!!!! u bring so much joy into my life these days, and honestly i was having a hard time ngl!! thank u ❤️❤️❤️
AHHHHHH!! This was so sweet🥺🫶🏼 I’m glad to have another fratboy!nct enjoyer in my midst! Something about college aus really does it for me!
I’m glad I can bring you some joy on rough days, thank you for your support!🤍🤍✨
the newlywed series- first time shopping for and decorating your new home
newlywed!Jeno x f!wife!reader
summary: As newlyweds you both need a new space fit for the lives you’ll build together, your first official space together. That comes with hunting for the perfect space and making it feel like home
word count: 1.4k
divider from strangergraphics
Before you and Jeno even got married, it had been decided that your current living accommodations weren’t where you wanted to start your married life together. Your place was cute, sure, but it was small and it wasn’t currently holding all of his belongings. It just wouldn’t work and you were perfectly fine with starting a new chapter of your life in a new space.
That’s how the two of you ended up looking high and low for a new place to start your lives together. If you thought planning a wedding was hard… finding the perfect apartment was even harder. There were far too many places that had misleading pictures that ended up being much smaller than you both thought, not as modern, in sketch areas, or just plain ugly.
OMG!! I just read the fratboy johnny fic and I fell in love with their dinamic 😭😭 is this gonna be a mini series maybe 🙏🏻👀👀 as always love your work (I'd love to see this powerful duo with mark again)
I think it COULD be a mini series👀👀 I’m more than happy to accept more requests but I don’t think this dynamic isn’t as solid in my brain like Jae and Sweets quite yet… Thank your for your support🤍✨✨
(yes, Mark will be the Haechan of this storyline jeje)
omg i love that your 3:29 johnny fic is in the same universe as frat jaehyun! i will cry if they become friends or if that series blossoms to its own side story
In my head they’re already besties but I think Johnny’s love interest needs a name🤔 another anon asked but I have no clue… something history related maybe, something else maybe… I was thinking Honey (like Miss Honey because she’s a tutor) but Sweets is the education major so I’m not sure😩
[3:29 pm]
(cw: f!reader, written on my phone)
Tutoring was something that you found to be pretty easy… most days. It was something that you found to be pretty simple and rewarding. Getting someone to understand something because you helped them out? Hell yeah!
But then there were days like this one, where you hated tutoring. Moments with snotty nosed, lazy underclassmen that were obligated to sign up for tutoring by their frats or sororities unless they wanted to get dropped, where you had to step in and play a role of authority. It wasn’t hard to track someone down at their class or across the student union, but coming to the frat house or sorority house? No, thanks! There were far too many people at these that you didn’t know and having to play the strict role around strangers was something you didn’t want to do. These fraternity and sorority presidents were struct though, stricter than you when they reached out and not only encouraged, but pushed you to push their brothers and sisters to pass the class they needed tutoring for.
So here you were on the front porch of the Nu Chi Theta fraternity, waiting. You rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for someone to answer. Glancing at the time, minutes ticked by, one after the other. You cleared your throat, ringing the doorbell again. “Doesn’t anyone around here do more than sit on their ass?” You heard someone shout.
Oh great, an angry male coming right in your direction. The door opened and your eyes widened traveling up, up, up until you finally made eye contact with a tall guy with his hair tucked under a backwards hat. His face was calm and a lot more welcoming than you were expecting after hearing his annoyed yelling. “I’m sorry about that. Did you need something?” He asked in a voice that was warm and relaxed— attractive even.
You’d seen this guy around before, Fratboy!Johnny, he was hard to miss. He was tall, he did well academically, he was on the basketball team, and he was super charismatic. You were sure you’d had him in some kind of general ed class when you were a freshman and your tiny crush had developed there. How couldn’t it when he always had a bright smile on his face and confidently answered the professor’s questions?
You blinked hard, shaking your head, that’s not what you’re here for! You cleared your throat again, “I’m Mark’s tutor-”
“Mark has a tutor?” Johnny interrupts with a look of confusion.
Another guy walks behind him, “oh yeah, Taeyong made him sign up because he’s like a percentage or two away from flunking his history class.”
Your cheeks flush, “actually, he’s skipped out on our last three sessions so he might actually be failing now.”
“That little shit. Come on in, I’ll show you to his room,” Johnny groans, opening the door wider for you to follow behind him.
The door shuts behind you and you’re immediately met with a sight of a totally stereotypical frat house. It’s everything you’ve imagined and you’re not sure that’s a good thing… The floor is sticky beneath your feet, a stale stench of beer and weed permeate the air. There are mix matched couches on your right and to your left, a dining room with mix matched chairs and tables. You can see some guys in the living room playing a video game, a few more guys are out in the backyard. You think you see someone actually studying in the dining room with a girlfriend maybe? You’re not sure, but you do think it’s cute that she kisses his dimples when he gets something right. The major thing that sticks out to you though, is that this house is run by only guys. It’s so obvious, in a bad way. It lacks the simplest, consistent female touch.
Behind Johnny, you follow him up the stairs and down a hall until he knocks on a closed door. He doesn’t give any time for an answer to be called out, he just pushes the door open. There, in a room messier than you’ve ever seen, sits Mark with a guitar on his lap.
His eyes are wide at the sight of his frat brother and tutor in his doorway. He drawls out your name awkwardly, “heyyyy, didn’t expect to see you here…”
“You’ve been skipping your tutoring sessions haven’t you?” Johnny asks, though to you, it sounds a lot more like an accusation.
“Not skipping… just opting not to go,” Mark replies sheepishly.
“Do you know that she has to sit around and wait for you when you don’t show up? Did you consider that? Or that if you fail your history class, you’ll have to drop out of the frat and have to find somewhere else to live! Come on, Mark!” Johnny exclaims exasperatedly.
“I don’t want to fail!” Mark retorts, setting his guitar aside, “it’s just— look, I’m a music major alright? You do a great job of tutoring me but you can’t make history fun, you just make it easier for me to understand.”
A little piece of your pride is broken at that, you are a history major after all, but you can understand where Mark is coming from. You sigh, “look, Johnny is right. You only need to pass this class and then your general history requirements will be met. We just need to get you to pass your midterm and your final and you’ll never have to see me again. I want to help you pass Mark, not just because I’m getting paid to help you. You’re actually pretty cool.”
Johnny chuckles, bumping your elbow with his own, “you don’t have to fluff his ego and tell him that he’s cool. He’s not. Now, up you get Mark, clean your shit up and get your ass downstairs to the kitchen so you can do some studying.”
Mark huffs, “why would I have to clean before I go study?”
“Mark, your room is a mess,” you chime in, taking a look around the space covered with strewn clothes and loose papers.
“Now!” Johnny adds snapping his fingers in Mark’s direction. He turns to you, “come on, we can wait for him downstairs. Do you want anything to eat or drink?”
You shake your head, following him back down to the kitchen where you plant yourself in a stool at the counter. He grabs himself a water, slides one over to you too before he just stares at you. He narrows his eyes and you feel like he’s judging you and you begin to get nervous and shy again, avoiding his intense gaze.
Finally, he breaks the silence, “you look really familiar. Did we have a class together or something?”
Your cheeks heat up and you nod slowly, “I think so. Maybe like a political science class a few semesters ago.”
He claps his hands and a smile brightens his handsome face, “that’s it! You sat a few rows ahead of me!”
You dig your nail into the plastic of the water bottle you’re not so subtly mauling in your grip, “there’s no way you remember me. There were like 200 something people in that class.”
“Well, you remember me,” Johnny shoots back with a nonchalant shrug.
“Because you knew everything! You answered a lot of questions and your presentations were really good,” you reply, trying to fight the heat on your cheeks with a sip of water.
He smiles at you, too cocky and handsome for your nerves right now, “and I remember you because you were the cute girl that was always in class before me no matter how hard I tried to beat you to class. I had to walk by your row to get to my seat and you always had your notes ready to go before the professor was even there.”
You freeze. You don’t even know how to respond to his flirting. It is flirting, right? Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, Mark chooses that moment to make his presence known, “oh gross, don’t flirt in front of me.”
“It’s not gross,” you immediately deny.
At the same time Johnny laughs sarcastically, “you don’t get to call the shots around here, little guy.”
Mark squints and flits his eyes between the two of you, “you guys already have a weird dynamic and I don’t like it.”
“Don’t talk to your tutor like that,” Johnny interjects with a finger pointed in his direction, “now sit down and listen so you don’t flunk a general ed history class.”
Mark plops down next to you, laying out all his study materials with an annoyed huff. Johnny watches on with a proud look, his gaze meets yours once more, “hey, don’t forget to say bye before you leave, alright?”
You nod, biting your inner lip to suppress a shy smile, “alright.”
Johnny gives you one last smile before leaving you and Mark to study. Mark rolls his eyes, “you know, I came to college to not have my parents around, not to find a younger, hornier replacement for them.”
You shove his shoulder, “shut up, Mark!”
“Yeah Mark, shut up!” You can hear Johnny yell out.
You try to ignore the look on Mark’s face that all too clearly reads ‘I told you so.’
My idea was ✨WORTH SOMETHING!✨ i’m gonna shed a tear 🥹 m-mm-mmm-more 👉🏻👈🏻
I LOVED your idea!! If another idea about fratboy!Johnny comes to you please feel free to request🤍✨
a request for the fratboy!universe…fratboy!johnny x shy!reader…(maybe a history major who tutors across multiple courses) but she ends up giving hella mom energy when with the boys (which could be how she and Johnny meet/enter a relationship. ✨PART-TIME PARENTS✨ 😂😂
ANON!!!! IF I COULD KISS YOU I WOULDDDD!!😚💋💋💋 I think I got some good parent-energy in here but perhaps… if anyone were to request some more parts… (wink wink, nudge nudge) I could develop the mom energy some more! Anyway your request is up! Hope you enjoy🫶🏼
