SUMMER LOVIN’ ‧₊˚ੈ johnny sinclair x fem!reader. fluff / childhood friends to lovers / pervert!johnny implied? / beechwood summer / tension / intentional use of lowercase / a/n at the end
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CHAPTER ONE
“15 - love!”
you smiled as johnny heaved, rolling his eyes at the sound of gat and mirren laughing. you were currently in your third round of tennis with johnny, and you’ve both won a game each. “aren’t you supposed to be a pro athlete?” mirren called out to johnny, a smirk playing on her face as the others chuckled.
he scoffed, catching a ball cadence bounced to him. “you were way worse last summer. something must’ve happened to me in the off season.” he said, bouncing the tennis ball between his fingers as you both readied yourselves. “don’t be coy, johnny.” you shouted over the net. “i’ve been practicing.”
the ball was served, and by the end of your fourth set you both had an equal amount of sets won, so whoever won the next game would win.
“i can’t believe you’re actually in a tie right now. i mean, i’ve only won against you like… three times!” gat exclaimed, tossing his hands up in the air from the sideline. “is that something against me, gatwick?” you rose a brow, shooting the dark haired boy a challenging look.
“eyes on the ball, y/n!” johnny yelled.
you faced him again, lightly throwing the yellow ball into the air and hitting it with your racket. it bounced back and forth between you, both you and johnny meeting the serves thrown at you. sun glistened off your sweat covered skin in the heat of the afternoon, playing with johnny would wear anybody out. each swing and hit you made ached your wrists, and you were glad this was match point.
a relieved sigh escaped your lips when johnny missed, and you could practically feel your legs buckle from underneath you in relief. “fuck!” johnny jogged in circles to calm himself, tousling his hair doing so. you almost collapsed onto the ground, sprawling out on the tennis court floor and resting your head on your hands.
cadence and mirren clapped from their distance, cheering you on while gat shook his head in disbelief. you’re eyes were closed as you caught your breath, shielding your pupils from the sun beams. that was until a dark shadow loomed over you. johnny.
he stuck his hands out to help you up, already composed from his past sporting years. “you’ve gotten - you’ve gotten good.” he said half arsedly with a smirk on face, like he didn’t want to admit it but knew better. you took his hand and smiled, hoisting your body up.
“i guess those lessons you gave me came in handy.”
“yeah, i guess they did.”
“get off the court and stop flirting!”
you both looked to the liars on the side, impatiently throwing their hands up and laughing. you laughed with them and wrapped your hand around johnny’s wrist to pull him off the court. you five giggled as you raced back to cuddledown, where you had the house to yourselves after bess and the twins moved into clairmont with harris and tipper.
mirren had even gone as far as ‘redecorating’ or simply moving the furniture around, taking the rugs out and hanging loads of children’s drawings on the walls from the twins old rooms.
in the living room, johnny has claimed the sofa as ‘his throne’ and doesn’t let anyone on it when he’s sat on it. mirren likes the floor, so she’s often found with her back against the couch and her knees propped up when watching television. this is also where she resides to after you all make it back to cuddledown.
cadence and gat gather in the kitchen, finally making a start on the fruit smoothies they’ve been talking about making since the start of the summer. johnny is first upstairs, meaning he gets first shower - as none of the others have a water pressure as great as the master bedrooms en suite.
you relax on the couch, something that doesn’t happen often with johnny’s rules. “hey gat?” you call towards the kitchen, not taking your eyes off the ‘housewives of beverly hills’ that mirren has on. “yeah?” he responds.
“do you have my on clouds?”
“yeah, they’re under johnny’s bed in his room.”
johnny’s room, refers to the guest bedroom the blonde boy stays in when he’s too tired to walk back to red gate with gat. “and why would they be in there?” you question suspiciously. “because i put them there? so the dogs couldn’t get them?” he states as if it’s obvious. “right.” you reply.
an over dramatic sigh leaves your mouth when you get up off the sofa, stretching slowly as you walk toward the stairs. your steps are quiet on the carpet, even when you pick up the pace when you near the top.
johnny’s room isn’t hard to find. it’s one you’ve all hung around in when the downstairs gets too boring and you’d rather lie on a bed over a couch. you drop to your hands and knees to look under his bed, hoping to not find anything other than your shoes. you spot them and go to reach out until a voice from behind startles you.
“nice view.”
the shoes are just barely in your grasp, and you turn to him. the only thing he has on is a stupid towel wrapped around his waist, hung lowly with his loose grip as he stares at your ass in that tennis skirt you’ve suddenly grown insecure about. “like what you see?” you say in a fake teasing tone, tilting your head as you stand properly.
he smirks. “you definitely do anyway.” he wasn’t wrong, but but it wasn’t like you’d let him know that. “well i mean you’re no ryan gosling, but sure.” he scoffs at your witty remark.
“wanna be the joi to my officer k?”
“me? all sweaty and dirty? you fucking wish sinclair.”
you smirked and scoffed at him, brushing shoulders as you walked passed, holding your shoes tightly as you went down the hall to leave them at the door.
mirren had made her way to the kitchen with cadence and gat, who all seemed to be talking enthusiastically about something. “y/n! come here we wanna talk to you.” mirren calls, and you drop your shoes on the shoe rack at the front door.
“yeah?” you say once you lean against the countertop, picking at the bowl of blueberries on the table. “we wanna have a party. here. when the others go to martha’s vineyard for the weekend.” the sheffield says, and cadence nods along.
you shrug your shoulders and a dismissive chuckle leaves your mouth. “okay, it’s not my house so i don’t mind.” gat puts his hand up, gesturing to you as he swallows a mouthful of his smoothie. “that’s what i said! i told you we won’t care since we don’t own this island.”
cadence scoffs, rolling her eyes humorously. “we’ve said it thousands of times, you guys have every right to be here as much as we do.” both you and gat share a knowledgeable look. “still feels like we’re intruding though.”
“who’s intruding?” johnny questions loudly, walking into the kitchen with bounce in his step.
the blonde boy strides over to the blender, pouring himself a very large glass of smoothie before rummaging through the freezer for ice cubes, and you all watch in silence as he does so, waiting for him to quiet. he stops, dropping three pieces of ice into the glass and looking at you all expectantly, taking an obnoxiously loud gulp.
“we’re going to have a party when the family goes to the vineyard for the weekend.” cadence begins. “do you have any objections?” he furrows his brows, and then points to the floor. “here? in cuddledown?” he asks, you all nod.
he shakes his head, as though it’s a stupid question. “no i don’t care. as long as red gate is locked.” you roll your eyes at his selfishness. classic johnny.
mirren puts her hands in the air, a smile gracing her face. “alright then! summer party on the 28th!” she says, and you all cheer and whoop in response. “we can even go into town and get real party snacks and shit.” johnny nods at your words, taking another sip of his drink. “i’m absolutely choosing what we get.”
“so y/n and johnny will get the boat into town and sort out whatever we need?” cadence asks.
“sure. we’ll even get a keg.”
“wait, seriously?”
“i mean why not? there’s new staff this year because the old ones graduated or whatever, so we mightn’t need id.”
“sweet.”
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authors note!! first real chapter posted and i didn’t take a week to upload for once. i think i’ve finally figured out the whole plot of this story so ill actually know what i’m writing for once instead of typing and hoping for the best. this story has also been posted to my wattpad so please check it out over there too! my user is winterslve again, and you can look at my other fic in works on there that i probably won’t post here.
also debating on making an erik sundqvist fic? idk if i will though because my plans to see the movie have fallen through but i might see it next week, would you guys read it?
thank you so much on the love for this story i appreciate it so much!! 🫶
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