„As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you." Johnny Sinclair x Fem!Oc

Anastasia Rockefeller had a slight problem with the Sinclair's. And that problem was that they were 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 like her family. Picture perfect, not a single speck out of place. Impossibly high standards that could never be met. The only difference between the two prestigious families was that one was full heads of blonde hair and the other was full heads of brown hair. The Rockefeller's island was right next to Beechwood, although theirs was called Avalon. The youngest daughter of the family would always spend her summers at Beechwood, it felt more like home than anywhere else. Or maybe it was 𝘩𝘪𝘮 that felt like home.

❝You're not in love with me, Sinclair.❞ Reeze said softly. Johnny laughed once. ❝That's the problem, Reeze- I think I might be.❞ ____________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ in which reeze reynolds swears she'll never marry johnny sinclair, until she realizes that she might've been in love with him this entire time ੈ✩‧₊˚ 「 fem!oc x johnny sinclair 」 「 tropes included: frenemies to lovers, secret relationship, mutual pining, doomed lovers, arranged marriage 」 「 started: august 09. 25. 」 「 finished: // 」

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

In a cruel world. Can two broken souls fix each other or will they break..? In which Eden Corvain gets reaped for the 51st Hunger Games. (Haymitch Abernathy x OC)

"What do you mean there is nothing going on with between us" "The both of you keep eye fucking each other" Johnathan Sinclair x Female oc We Were Liars 2025

All Aubrey wanted was one last perfect summer-but with the Sinclairs, perfection always comes at a cost. ***** ***** ***** 𝑆𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝒾𝓍𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. Aubrey Scott was never a Sinclair, but every summer on Beechwood Island made her feel like she was. The lemon trees, the barefoot dinners, the scent of salt on Johnny Sinclair's hoodie - it was more than tradition. It was home. But this summer wasn't like the others. Cracks formed. Truths unraveled. And something in the air-like smoke-warned that nothing gold can stay. Because some summers leave marks you don't see until it's far too late. (We Were Liars, 2025)

The story of a Rascal and a Fallen Angel. HaymitchAbernathy x FemOc The Hunger Games Post Sunrise on the Reaping - Mockingjay cover made by @aastratta