Summary: after the fire that Topper sets at the Chateau, he realises you got hurt. He will do anything to prove how sorry he is.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, p in v, apology sex
The fire started as payback. A way to get back at John B and the Pogues. A way for Topper to seek revenge for everything they had done. To take away everything they had built.
When Topper lit that fire at the Chateau he had no idea you were inside. He had no idea you would get hurt. The one person who he loved more than anything in the world.
Why would you even be there? It’s not like you were friends with the Pogues. Well maybe you were with Sarah. And that’s exactly why you were there. To see Sarah. That’s when the smoke started filling your lungs.
Sarah had thought you had already left by the time the fire broke out. It wasn’t until everyone was out of the Chateau that they heard your screams. The fire was already destroying the Chateau.
John B, Pope & JJ were the ones to rescue you from the fire. Your arms covered in burns that may never fully heal.
You woke up in the hospital. Sarah and the Pogues by your bed side. Worried about you. Your arms were bandaged from the burns. You tried to shift slightly but the pain in your arms were too much.
Your phone rang. It was Topper. You asked Sarah to answer it for you.
“Sarah why have you got Y/Ns phone?” Topper asked.
“She’s in hospital.” Sarah said.
Topper raced to the hospital. When he saw you the guilt was written all over his face.
“This was you wasn’t it?” John B said grabbing Topper by the collar, and shoving him against the wall.
“I didn’t mean to.” Topper said tears in his eyes.
“You didn’t mean to? What you didn’t mean to burn my house down? Or you didn’t mean to almost kill your girlfriend?” John B spat.
“I didn’t know she was in there.” Topper said.
“You’ve gone too far this time Top. I think you should leave.” Sarah said.
“I can’t. Not until I know she’s ok.” Topper said.
“It’s ok. Let him stay.” You said finally speaking.
“We’ll leave you to it, but if you need anything call me?” Sarah said.
“I will I promise.” You said giving your friend a reassuring smile.
John B let Topper go, as they left him alone with you.
Topper sat by your bedside not saying anything for a while. Just watching you. His heart feeling like it had been ripped out of his chest, seeing you this way. Seeing what he had done to you.
“I am so sorry baby.” He said. Tears still falling from his eyes.
“I could have died Top.” You said tears falling from your eyes too.
“I know and I am so sorry.” He said reaching for your hand.
“I don’t know who you are anymore Top. You’ve gone too far. I don’t know if I can be with you anymore.” You said.
“Baby please. I love you so much. And I am so sorry. I had no idea you were there. I know you’re friends with Sarah but I didn’t think you’d be there. I know I went too far this time. And for that I am so sorry. I will apologise to John B, and the others I promise. Just please give me another chance. A chance to prove how sorry I am. How much I love you. And how much I will prove to you every day how much I regret doing this. Just please don’t end it. I can’t lose you baby.” Topper begged.
The next few months consisted of a lot of changes. Treatment for your burns. Learning to trust Top again. Hell he even apologised to John B and the Pogues like he promised. He was now on good terms with them. Your relationship was still a little strained however. You were scared that if you trusted him again that you’d regret it.
Topper took care of you every single day. Barely leaving your side. He would shower you with kisses. And gifts. He would do anything to make it up to you.
You were in bed together cuddling. Topper was lazily drawing circles on your exposed stomach. You felt yourself getting hotter by the second. The feeling of his fingers so close, yet so far to where you actually needed them was excruciating.
“Top please”. You begged.
“What is it baby?” Topper asked.
“I need you Top.” You whined.
Next thing you knew Toppers cock was buried deep in your pussy. Thrusting hard and fast.
This was the first time the two of you had sex since the fire.
“Fuck I’ve missed this baby. I’ve missed you.” Topper said before kissing you roughly.
“I’ve missed you too Top.” You murmured against his lips.
“Fuck. I am so so sorry for everything baby. Fuck let me make it up to you. Make you feel good. Show you how sorry I am.” Topper said.
“Fuck Top. Show me. Show me how sorry you really are.” You begged.
“Fuck. I am so sorry. I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. Please can you forgive me.” Topper said increasing the pace of his thrusts.
“Make me cum and I’ll think about it.” You teased.
Topper started rubbing your clit with every thrust of his hips.
“I love you so much baby. I am so sorry.” Topper said burying his face in your chest as he rutted inside of you.
“Fuck Top. That’s it keep apologising.” You whined.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He said between thrusts.
“Fuck Top. I’m gonna cum.” You moaned.
“Me too baby. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” Topper grunted as the both of you were pushed over the edge.
Topper collapsed on the bed next to you. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.
“I really am so sorry baby.” Topper said placing a kiss against your forehead.
“I forgive you Top. And I love you.” You said snuggling into his chest.
“I love you too. So much. And I will continue to apologise for the rest of our lives.” He said.
“Top. You’ve grovelled enough. I promise you don’t have to keep apologising.” You said.
“I know but I want to keep showing you how sorry I am.” He said.
“Top. You’ve shown me exactly how sorry you are. That’s enough. Just please let’s move forward. You don’t have any reason to feel guilty anymore.” You said placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
Summary: In the midst of Y/N and Topper's dating scheme Y/N happens to get sick and Topper can't help but be himself...
Warnings: None??? Maybe being sick??
WC: 1,047!
A/N: Hello!! I just had this cute lil idea abt fake dating with topper bc I love him... I might make this into a series... If you guys like it ofc.... ENJOY!!!
When you woke up this morning you knew it was going to be an awful day, even before hearing the tantalizing voice of the frat boy you were recently tangled with. The two of you were only excessively spending time with each other to keep up with the appearance that you two were "dating". It was pretty stupid, you weren't going to lie, but after Sarah Cameron, the royal kook herself, dumped Topper for a slight downgrade and you had been kicked to the curb by your own royalty adjacent shit eater boyfriend, both of your parents were desperate for you two to find someone else. The begging and crying had got so bad that you finally caved and asked Tops to be your boyfriend until you could find someone else. You expected him to turn you down immediately, wanting to reminisce in the heartbreak, but he was rather excited especially with the prospects of possibly making Sarah just a tad jealous. You and Sarah haven’t been on speaking terms since the 7th grade and your history had been messy since the start. It was a win for both sides of the party and a deal neither of you wanted to miss out on. It came with its consequences though, you had caught feelings for Topper and you caught them hard. The more time you spent with the frosted tip goalie the more you had to keep reminding yourself that this "relationship" wasn't real and you had started regretting ever doing this in the first place. On top of your emotional distress, you were now sick. The sickness that was milling around while you were asleep was now ravaging through your body. You should've started chugging Nyquil two days prior, but being an idiot you just ignored it, and now you’re sicker than shit. It was concentrated in your chest and nasal passages. You could feel the mucus slowly building in your chest. It sat heavily at the base of your throat as the access spilled out through your nose.
"Babe, you are not going to believe this!" He was loud, so much so that your alarm would be jealous. This vocal range was reserved for special occasions since he is known for exclusive using his indoor voice, so you knew something was up.
"Can we cut it out for today Box Tops?" You croaked from the nest of blankets and pillows that you created.
"Ew, oh my god, y/n, are you okay?" He was aghast at the sight in front of him. You were buried under multiple blankets, so much so that he could only tell that you were in there because of the used tissues that were scattered all over your bed.
"Why does your room look like a 14-year-old's room?" He continued not allowing you to gather enough air in your flooded lungs to hack out an answer. Topper left his shoes by your door which you had to train him to do.
"Because I'm sick, you asshole!" With all your might you could barely bring yourself to semi-yell and you immediately regretted it as it sent you into a coughing fit that only flamed your burning throat and lungs.
"Go home, Top, I don't want you to get sick" you added after you recovered and shimmied inside your cacoon to face him better. You swore that he got cuter from the last time you saw him which was about 28 hours ago. Topper took a few steps forward before you threw out your hands.
"Don't get any closer!"
"What why?" He teased inching forward, letting his backpack, which he let you embroider, slump against your bed frame.
"You already know why!" You stated sternly, yet he still ignored you. Topper immediately jumped onto your bed and engulfed you in a gator hug.
"What the fuck!" You were able to place your foot on his stomach and push yourself away from him, but that was short-lived as he wormed his way under the blankets.
"Just shut up and enjoy my company" he reached out and pulled you to him wrapping his arms around you comforting you.
"Topper James Thornton, you're going to get sick and then die!" You try to fight him off again but he doesn’t even budge.
"I accept my fate!" He proclaimed giving you a quick kiss on your forehead and lessened the grip he had around you. You were going to continue fighting him but instead, you let a sigh escape your lips and dropped your head onto his shoulder. There was nowhere else to place your arm except around his waist. You slowly walked your fingers across his middle until your arm was wrapped around his waist it was almost like second nature at this point. The both of you stayed like that for a while. It let you reminisce about his presence next to you holding you close. Something that might be over soon if either of you decides to get a legit partner. At this point, if someone asked you out you didn't know if you could bring yourself to say yes. You would rather lie to yourself about Topper being your actual boyfriend for just a little while longer. After a few minutes, Topper shifted underneath you and fished out his laptop.
"So, what does my girl want to watch?" The way "my girl" rolled off his tongue flooded your stomach with butterflies, even though he was only doing it in a joking way.
"Wait... Let me see...Tremors or Spice World?" he grabbed your face in his hands and felt around for a second. He squished your face every so often all the while making a thinking noise.
"Topper!" Your voice was muffled by how squished he had your face.
"Wait... Almost there...Got it!" He beamed down at you and finally let you go.
"Spice World, right?" He looked at you expectantly. You let out a chuckle as a grin overtakes your features.
"Yes, Box Tops, you are correct and your prize is having me narrate this entire movie" You snuggle in closer to his side.
"I wouldn't have it any other way" a shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he taps the space bar to begin the movie.
summary: your sweet boyfriend Topper plans a seemingly innocent april fool’s joke.
pairing: topper x kook!reader
warnings: swearing? lol
a/n: this is my first ever obx fic! please let me know what you think :) inspired by my roommate’s boyfriend who decided pretending to break up with her would be a funny april fool’s joke
my writing
Topper hadn’t been planning to prank you on April Fool’s Day originally. The holiday had almost slipped his mind until the day before, when Rafe asked if he had anything planned.
“Dude, last year I told my dad I was dropping out of college,” Rafe laughed.
“I’m sure he took that well,” Kelce said sarcastically, barely looking up from their video game.
Rafe was quiet for a moment.
“Actually he made me do paperwork for a month and it sucked,” Rafe grumbled. “But Y/N’s chill, you could definitely fuck with her if you wanted to.”
Topper did have plans to see you tomorrow, and he started to wonder if maybe he could prank you. You had been so stressed about college admissions lately, and it might be the perfect time to help you loosen up with a joke.
“What would I even do?” he says.
“I don’t know, you could tell her you cheated on her,” Rafe supplies.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Kelce piped up from the other end of the couch. “Do not do that.”
“Would never even consider it, but thanks Rafe,” Topper says, rolling his eyes. “I’m taking her to brunch tomorrow and I’m a shit liar, there’s no way she’ll believe anything I say.”
The three boys sat around in silence for a minute, wondering what Topper could do to trick you without seriously hurting your feelings. Finally, Kelce spoke up, snapping his fingers excitedly.
“Don’t take her to brunch,” he says conspiratorially. “Pretend you’re blowing her off.”
Now, Topper had plans to text you early in the morning that he was cancelling brunch with you to go fishing with Rafe and Kelce on the Druthers. Of course, Topper would never actually blow you off. Unbeknownst to you, he’d be en route to your place with your favorite coffee and bagels from the bakery by the marina, ready to say “April Fool’s” and give you a kiss when you opened the front door. Kelce and Rafe had called him a simp for turning a prank into some romantic gesture, but he didn’t care. He just wanted it to be fun for you.
But Topper was unaware that just a few streets over from his house, you were nowhere near a joking mood. You had gotten into a huge fight with your parents after they found out you didn’t apply to UNC like they had planned. You had originally lied and said you got denied admission, underestimating your determined father. He decided to call his friend on the admissions board immediately, who said you’d never actually submitted your application.
You never wanted to go to your parents’ legacy school, instead wanting to get as far from the Outer Banks as possible for at least four years, before the kook life sucked you back in for good. You loved Topper to pieces, but you swore one day you’d blink and the two of you would be just like your parents: trapped in a loveless marriage with a couple of kids who existed only to put pressure on, occupying a shiny new-build mansion in Figure Eight, and accepting board positions at both of your parent’s respective companies.
You had already made peace with the fact that that would one day be your life (minus the loveless marriage, of course), and you were mostly fine with it as long as you could have Topper by your side through it all. But college had seemed like an easy way to escape, if just for a little, which is why you expanded your horizons beyond UNC.
Topper had been supportive of you going to college wherever you wanted, even if he was set on staying close to the Outer Banks and attending UNC. Both of your guys’ parents were actually very pleased with your relationship, practically planning the wedding—and the business deals—since the day he’d asked you to homecoming your freshman year. None of that had mattered to either of you; if anything, it had almost driven you apart in the early stages of your relationship. But nearly four years later you were still together, you having long ago realized that resisting what you felt for Topper wasn’t worth not giving your parents the satisfaction of dating someone they approved of. And Topper had assured you that while long distance wouldn’t be easy, you guys could make it through anything. He’d nearly been more excited than you when your top choice Ivy League school accepted you.
“That’s my girl,” Topper had murmured into your ear proudly, engulfing you in a hug and immediately picking you up off the ground to spin you in a circle. You could almost hear the wheels in his head turning, calculating if the distance between New Haven and Chapel Hill was doable for a weekend trip if he took his mom’s plane.
Your parents on the other hand, were so furious with you for lying about UNC that you didn’t even get the chance to tell them you were already accepted into great, even better, schools elsewhere. As far as they were concerned, they could just ship you off to Europe to “find yourself” for a year before you joined UNC’s next freshman class.
That’s why you’d been locked in your room wiping your tears all night. You just wanted them to be proud of you for being your own person, and it blew up in your face. You thought about calling your boyfriend instead of bingeing Gossip Girl for some comfort all night, but you knew he was with his friends. Plus, Topper was taking you to brunch on the mainland in the morning to celebrate your admission to Yale and you knew he’d let you rant all about it on the ferry ride over.
But the next morning, you wake up to your phone buzzing at 6am with a text from your boyfriend promising anything but.
top
6:12 hey, have to skip out on brunch today pretty girl. ward’s letting us take out the druthers 😁
You immediately dropped your phone on the bed, tears already welling up in your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t be getting this upset about one cancelled date, but after everything that happened yesterday you had really been looking forward to spending the day with Topper. And instead he was blowing you off to go out with his stupid friends on a boat you know Rafe had taken him out on hundreds of times. You didn’t even have time to decide how to reply to him before your mother was barging in through your bedroom door.
“Your father called in a favor,” she says flippantly, already going to throw open your curtains despite the early hour. “The UNC admissions panel has agreed to make an exception and review your application anyways.”
“Mom,” you sigh, pressing the backs of your hands to your eyes to stop the tears. “I don’t want UNC to review my application.”
“Stop with the dramatics. We’ll tidy up your personal statement,” she continues on. “They said you might make it in off the waitlist for fall this year.”
“Mom-”
“Or God forbid, you’ll have to start late in the spring,” your mother bulldozes yet again. “If that happens, I’ll have to get in touch with the Panhellenic committee to see if you can still rush Delta Gamma in the spring...”
By now you had tuned out, because you knew anymore back talk was useless. The future you envisioned for yourself was already slipping away in front of your eyes. You looked down at your discarded phone, seeing the text from Topper again and feeling another wave of tears come over you.
“You should be grateful they’re even taking the time to consider you after this little stunt you’ve pulled,” your mother chides. “You have to submit by next Friday, so your tutor will be over later today, of course we’ll have to pay him double...”
You can’t stand to hear her anymore, finally getting out of bed and looking for the first sweatshirt you can find—ironically from UNC—and a pair of shorts. You don’t even put flip flops on as you race down the stairs, ignoring your mother’s calls about how you’re grounded for the next week so you can work on your application.
Your father doesn’t even make eye contact with you as you pass him by, silently letting you walk outside and into the backyard. You didn’t know where you were headed, but at this point anywhere was better than inside that house. You decide to take a seat on the side of your parent’s dock, toes dangling in the water while your tears drop in.
After last night, all you wanted to do was see Topper today; he always knew what to say to make you feel better. He had a confidence and assuredness about him that might come off as arrogance to others. But it comforted you to no end that when you couldn’t possibly see a happy ending for you, he had no doubts about it. He’d be there for you in any capacity, ready to do whatever it takes. But he wasn’t here for you now. You thought about calling him, even just to see if he could come see you after he got back from fishing.
But in your haste to escape your mother, you’d left your phone upstairs. If you hadn’t left it inside, you would’ve seen the succession of follow up texts and four missed calls from him.
top
6:19 are you awake? if you are can you pick up?
6:24 we can go tomorrow!
6:27 are you mad? please call me back
6:35 it was just an april fool’s joke baby. coming over with breakfast rn
6:36 i love you. can you call me just so i know you’re not mad?
6:42 i’ll see you soon. please please don’t be mad 😢
Topper wasn’t worried at first when you hadn’t responded to him, thinking you had slept through his texts. But then he had got to thinking about you, looking cute as ever first thing in the morning and waking up to find out he was blowing you off for the boys. You had been so excited about getting into Yale, and he saw the twinkle in your eye when he told you he wanted to treat you to an afternoon on the mainland. He’d honestly been looking forward to it all week, and he couldn’t believe he let his friends talk him into pranking you.
The guilt overtook Topper more and more the longer you ignored his texts, which he deserved at this point. He should’ve never listened to his friends, two idiots who couldn’t keep a steady girlfriend if they tried.
He had been impatient as hell picking up breakfast, pushing the speed limit the entire drive back to your house in Figure Eight and risking getting pulled over for being on his cell phone. Your car was parked out front so he knew you were home, only slightly frantically knocking on the front door.
His throat ran dry when your father opened the door with a hard line set between his eyebrows.
“Topper, what are you doing here so early son?” he asked, allowing him to come in.
“Hi, Mr. Y/l/n. I just came to bring Y/n breakfast,” he said, holding up the coffees and bagels.
“She’s out back. Do me a favor and talk some sense into her while you’re out there, Topper,” he said sternly, already going back to his newspaper.
“Sir, I don’t...”
“We all just want what’s best for her, but she won’t listen to her mother and I,” your father sighs. “But maybe she’ll listen to you.”
Topper was about to ask him to elaborate when he looked through the french doors facing the backyard and spotted you sitting out on the dock. You had your head in your hands, and he could see your back shaking with sobs.
Oh, fuck.
He’s pushing open the doors and haphazardly placing everything on the back patio table, nearly breaking out into a jog once he was on the grass.
“Y/n/n, I am so sorry,” he said, voice filled with concern as he got closer to you.
You recognized his voice and immediately started crying harder, compelling him to sit down next to you, gather you up into his arms, head on his chest and legs draped over his lap. He sat there stroking your hair for a minute, a million apologies falling from his lips before you you suddenly lean out of his embrace.
“I should’ve never let it get this far, babe, I’m so sorry,” Topper apologizes. "I've been trying to call you for half an hour."
“My phone's inside—wait, why aren’t you on Rafe’s boat?” you asked.
“Y/n/n, it was just a joke. April Fool’s,” he says lamely, assessing your puffy eyes. “I had no idea you’d be so upset.”
“It’s April Fool's today? That’s not—I’m not...” you trailed off, trying to collect your thoughts without letting another wave of tears come. “My parents found out about UNC yesterday.”
Suddenly everything clicks for Topper, and he feels like even more of an idiot if that’s possible.
“Oh, babe,” he says, using a thumb to wipe some tears from under your eyes. "I was wondering why your father told me to talk some sense into you just now.”
That just makes you cry harder, thinking about your family now roping your boyfriend into convincing you to live a life you didn’t want.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Topper whispers, eyes searching for yours. “But I’m not here to do that. I'm guessing it didn't go well?”
“My mom told me they’re calling in a favor to let me apply anyway, my stupid boyfriend cancelled our plans to go hang out with his stupid friends, and now I’m sitting out here sobbing and soaking the stupid boyfriend’s shirt with my tears, so,” you say, forcing a self-deprecating chuckle. It just brings more tears to your eyes, but Topper’s there to wipe them again. He hadn’t even noticed your tears staining his shirt.
“Why didn’t you call me last night?” he said.
“I knew you were with the guys, didn’t want to bother you,” you shrug, not meeting his gaze.
“Always, always call me. You’re never bothering me,” he promises. “Did you tell them about Yale? Or even Stanford?”
You sigh and look back out at the horizon.
“No,” you say, shaking your head. “Seems useless at this point.”
Topper makes a noise of disapproval.
“Its not. And I’ll be there for you when you do,” he says firmly, turning your face back to look at him. You nod, burrowing back into his chest and letting him hold you, stroking your legs slung over his lap and pressing more kisses anywhere he can reach while you calmed down. When you’ve stopped crying, he lets you unload everything that had transpired in the past 24 hours. He listens intently, giving you advice when you need it and just nodding his head and rubbing a hand up and down your back when you simply needed to be heard.
“I’m sorry about the joke, I really could not have picked worse timing,” Topper says after a while. He lifts your head up from his chest, stroking a finger under your chin lovingly.
It’d be easy to just lean up and kiss him. But feeling infinitely better since he had wrapped you up in his embrace, you have half a mind to mess with him a little.
“Some April Fool’s joke you got there, bud,” you laugh quietly, a real one this time, and it’s music to Topper’s ears. “Who’s idea was that?”
“Kelce,” he blushes, bringing you further into his arms. “If it’s any consolation, Rafe said I should—”
“I don’t even want to hear it,” you cut him off, laughing again. He laughs with you, leaning down to kiss you finally.
“I really am sorry, baby,” he says softly, tucking hair behind your ear. “We can go tomorrow.”
“It’s okay, Top,” you sigh, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I’m glad you’re here now.”
“Well it’s not just me here, I brought your favorites. Let’s go eat bagels and maybe tell your parents you got into Yale,” Topper suggests, standing up up and extending a hand to you. You take it gladly, letting him pull you under his arm.
“Hmm, how about we skip that last part and just go eat our bagels at the beach?”
Topper gives you a disapproving look before he gets distracted and starts fiddling with the collar of your sweatshirt, taking in the colors and the logo.
“We’ll have to get you a Yale one pretty soon,” he says, dopey smile spreading on his face. “How could they not be proud of you?”
You reach up to intertwine your hand with his where it rests around your neck, stroking your thumb over his. He was so sweet to you, it almost made him sound naive at times. Topper couldn’t begin to imagine the contempt your parents felt for you not wanting to follow their exact plans when you were clearly destined for better things.
“I will. Just not now,” you say, stopping to turn and give him one more peck. He detects a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Besides, you kinda owe me right now.”
“You’re never going to let this one go, are you?” he asks.
“Literally never. My little April Fool,” you tease. Topper looks at you fondly and kisses you once more on the forehead.
requested: yes; anon asked “hi! can i make a request for a topper imagine. something like after sarah breaks his heart and you try to be there for him even though you’re a pogue so he’s an ass at first but then he just wants someone to listen to him and eventually he’s all crazy for you. fluffy? maybe a little smutty?”
warnings: angry!topper, verbal abuse(?), slight violence, angst, swearing, fluffy soft topper, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT AT THE END, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), spanking
author’s note: this is unedited because it’s long as hell and i’m lazy but yeah, hope you enjoy🤪 i also think i went a little off from the request but i tried to keep it as close as possible!
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You were at work when your phone started ringing in the break room. You were sat at a table, munching on a salad for lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw Kiara’s name across the top. The Pogues and you had an agreement not to call each other work unless it was important. You slid your finger across the bottom to answer and swallowed your bite of food.
“Kie? Everything okay?” you said as you held the phone to your ear.
“No everything is not okay!” she exclaimed loudly on the other end. You pulled the phone away from your ear in shock before bringing it back. “John B just brought Sarah Cameron over here. They’ve been macking behind our backs and he lied about it!”
Your eyebrows furrowed and you dropped the plastic fork into your bowl. Topper and Sarah had just gone to Midsummers together. You’d just seen them at the country club the other day because, as fate would have it, they got sat in your section. You had to watch them disgustingly flirt across the table the whole time you tried to wait on them.
“She was cheating on Topper?” you more so stated than asked in realization.
“Yes! He broke the most sacred rule, Y/N. Pogues don’t lie to other Pogues!” she shouted. You understood that she was more concerned with their friendgroup, but your mind traveled elsewhere.
You remembered seeing Topper arrive at the club shortly before you went on break. He met up with Kelce and Rafe to golf for the day. You needed to talk to him - make sure he was okay. He was supposed to be your sworn enemy by most standards, but you hated that damn rivalry. You didn’t understand why you all just couldn’t get along.
“I’ll deal with John B later,” you reassured the raging girl on the other end of the phone. Being one year older than them all, you’d been made honorary ‘mom friend’ of the group. You typically handled drama amongst the teenagers. “I gotta go, Kie. I’ll call you when I get off.”
Kiara bid you goodbye and you quickly hung up. You stood from the table and tossed the rest of your salad in the trash; it wasn’t that great anyway. You exited the break room and made your way to the dining area of the club. It was fairly empty, only a few tables occupied by club members. You spotted the back of a frosted tipped head at the bar and made your way over to him.
Topper was getting a few beers for him and the guys before they headed out on the course for the day. No one ID’d him, of course. The members of the club paid enough money to oversee this type of thing. Everyone just looked the other way.
“Hey, Topper, can I talk to you?” you asked as you came to his side.
He glanced at you with a furrowed brow and scoffed, turing back to the bartender, “Do I have a choice?”
You ignored the question and way he tried to brush you off. You shifted your weight on your feet and said, “I heard about Sarah. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Topper froze completely in his spot. He knew word was going to get around eventually, it was inevitable and obvious. Though, he wasn’t expecting you to walk right up to him and say something about it - putting salt in an open wound. He slowly turned to look at you with a stone cold expression on his face.
“Why would you ask me that?” he practically growled, handing shooting out and gripping harshly onto your upper arm. “Did you come over here to gloat? Make fun of me? Rub it in my face that your little friend’s been hoeing around with my girl?”
“No I-” you winced as Topper squeezed your arm harder, “Topper you’re hurting me.”
The tall Kook released your arm, realization crossing his face but it was quickly replaced with a scowl again. The bartender put the beers on the bar and he practically threw the cash across the bar at him. He grabbed the beverages and turned to you again.
“I have your job in the palm of my hand, Y/N, don’t ever talk to me about that again,” Topper spat before walking away.
You had a frown etched into your features as you watched the blonde go. Your hand massaged the spot he’d grabbed subconsciously. When he was out of sight you dropped your hand to your side and sulked back to the break room. You were going to spend the fifteen minutes left of your break wishing you’d just kept your mouth shut.
•
The next time you saw Topper was at a Boneyard kegger. You hadn’t seen him at the club since that day. You hoped you never did. You desperately needed that job to keep you and your mom on your feet. You’d never be able to find another job that paid that well, especially if your boss spread word that you messed with the Thornton boy.
You made your way towards the kegs for a refill when a group of guys turned with freshly filled cups. You’d had your eyes cast downward on your feet as you tried not to trip in the sand. You nearly ran into someone’s chest when you looked up into the face of the boy you were trying to avoid.
“T-Topper,” you stuttered, taking a step back when you realized how close you were. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Clearly,” Rafe snickered to your left, sauntering off with Kelce somewhere. Probably to find their next innocent and oblivious hookup to add to the notch on their belts.
You ignored the self proclaimed ‘Kook King’ and stared up at Topper. His jaw was set as he stared down at you. His eyes were swimming with something you couldn’t pin point. Regret? Guilt, maybe?
“You come over here to try and get me to talk about my feelings again?” he mumbled, raising the cup to his lips to take a large drink.
“No.. I just- Look Top, I’m sorry.”
Topper scoffed and rolled his eyes. His shoulder bumped yours as he walked past, but not before adding, “Stay the hell away from me.”
Pope, who’d been at the kegs handing out beers, came to your side immediately upon seeing you frown. The two of you watched the boy make his way to his friends and other Kooks.
“You okay?” the dark skinned boy asked, now looking down at you.
“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m fine,” you forced a smile to your lips and handed your empty cup over to be filled.
Unbeknownst to you, Topper watched you all night. He didn’t understand why you cared. He didn’t understand how you could still be so nice to him with the way him and his friends treated you and your friends. It was frustrating, really, this feeling in his chest that was pulling him towards you. Something about the way you looked at him, the way you were soft spoken but strong willed at the same time. He couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to let you in.
•
It was a gorgeous morning. The sun had just completely revealed itself from the horizon, not a cloud in the sky. The waves were especially good. That’s how you found yourself down at the beach on Figure Eight. Their beaches weren’t as crowded since, let’s face it, the Kooks didn’t give a damn about surfing. You had a whole mile stretch to yourself. The only people you saw were a few joggers and dog walkers.
Your surf board glided through the waves effortlessly. You practiced some of the tricks JJ had been teaching you, nearly losing balance a handful of times. One wave took you by surprise and you tumbled through the water. You came up for air, choking on sea water, lungs burning. You could feel your muscles screaming at you despite the saltwater making your body feel exceptionally light.
You climbed back up onto your board, wiping your eyes and try and rid them of the burning sensation. You blinked away the mix of tears and seawater, looking towards the beach when you saw a familiar frosted tipped head. He stood shirtless, arms by his sides as he stared at you - a small smile on his lips that you couldn’t see from so far away.
As you slid onto your stomach and began paddling back to shore, you were half expecting Topper to leave. You were surprised when he didn’t, instead walking closer to you as the waves crashed around your legs when you stood.
“Didn’t know you were so good at that,” it was a half-assed compliment, but you still smiled.
“You wouldn’t know, it’s a Pogue sport,” you teased breathlessly.
Topper rolled his eyes, this time playfully as a smile again tugged at his lips. He watched as you stuck your board in the sand and undid the ankle strap. You sat down to take some relief off your aching legs and leant back against your palms.
“What’re you doing on this side of town?” he asked as he came down to sit beside you, keeping a good amount of distance between the two of you.
“The beach is less crowded over here. It’s easier to surf without worrying about getting run over by someone else,” you replied, looking over at the dirty blonde.
Topper’s skin was glistening with sweat and his muscles looked taught - not that you were paying attention. You figured he’d been on a run before stopping to talk to you. Only God knows why after the way he’d been treating you.
“You know, I didn’t mean the things I said to you,” his voice was softer now. His blue eyes met yours for a moment before he was looking back out at the water. “I guess.. I was just so angry at Sarah and John B. You’re his friend so I took my anger out on you.”
“Apology accepted,” you replied with a smile, even though he hadn’t outright said he was sorry. Topper’s gaze locked on yours and a genuine smile crossed his lips.
The two of you sat on the beach for hours, time slipping away from you as you talked. He opened up to you about Sarah and how heartbroken he was. He told you how his attachment to her was unhealthy and he wasn’t even sure if he was truly happy with her. He told you how he’s just ready to move on and figure out what real love is.
He opened up about his mom and how she expected so much from him. You realized the boy boy had a lot of pressure on him. He was going through more than a lot of people knew about, even his own friends. But you noticed how he sat up straighter and seemed more relaxed the more he talked. He was smiling and laughing with you, something you never thought you’d be able to say. You saw a twinkle in his eye that hadn’t been there before and it made your heart swell.
•
You and Topper had been hanging out quite regularly. He’d meet up with you after you got off work and you’d grab lunch or take a walk on the beach if it was late. You’d take long drives on your days off, windows down with music playing softly as you talked about everything - or nothing at all. He’d even helped your mom fix her car when it broke down on her way to work. It surprised you that he even knew anything about cars, thinking he just threw money at someone to fix whatever problem he had.
The Pogues didn’t know about your newfound friendship with the Kook. They assumed you were busy with work and your mom. Occasionally you had to pick up some extra shifts so your absence was nothing new to them.
The Kooks heard you’d been hanging around with Topper but no one had really seen it with their own eyes. They were whispers of gossip in the dark started by older folks seeing the two of you at the club or on the beach. Rafe had tried to ask his best friend about it but was brushed off as if he didn’t know what he was talking about.
When you showed up at the Boneyard for - yes, another party - with the blue eyed boy, everyone’s attention was on you. You were linked arm in arm as you treaded the sand down to the crowd of people. The whispers and quiet murmurs started. It was eerily quiet - those parties were never quiet.
The Pogues were by the kegs, staring wide eyed and mouth opened at the two of you. You could practically feel the uncomfort coming from John B and Sarah. If looks could kill, Rafe would have killed you both, Kelce stood beside him with his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
“Well this couldn’t be any more awkward,” Topper muttered, trying to stifle a laugh.
“It was your idea to come together,” you whispered back, glancing over at your friends, “They’re looking at me like I just killed their puppy.”
The two of you erupted into a fit of giggles, making your way to the kegs. Pope filled up a cup and hesitated as he handed it over to Topper. You kept the smile on your face as you looked between the Pogues. You took the next cup and took a sip as the tall boy unlinked his arm from yours.
“I’m gonna go talk to Rafe before he has an aneurysm,” he muttered in your ear, hand lingering on your lower back.
You hummed in response and nodded, watching him walk over to the Kooks before you turned back to your friends. Still, they were staring at you. Mixed looks of surprise, disapproval and betrayal.
“What the hell was that?” JJ was the first to open his mouth.
You shrugged a bit and smiled around the rim of your cup as you took another sip of the bitter liquid.
Kiara sat herself on one of the kegs and added, “Dont play coy with us, Y/L/N. What’s going on?”
“We’re just hanging out! It’s not a big deal,” you exasperated, free hand slapping against your thigh after you threw it up.
“You’re fucking Topper now?” John B asked, standing behind JJ with a disgusted look on his face. “That’s why you’ve been so MIA lately?”
You turned to the curly haired brunette and raised an eyebrow. A sarcastic smile painted itself across your lips and you tilted your head. “I don’t think you have much room to talk, do you? We’re not fucking. Don’t be an asshole,” you retorted.
A silence fell over your group, an uncomfortable one. You weren’t one to talk to friends in such a way but they’d backed you into a corner. They were trying to interrogate you, but John B was also running around with a Kook and even helped her cheat. You weren’t going to let them judge your choices when they weren’t much better.
As soon as Topper walked up to his friends, Rafe couldn’t help the words flying from his mouth, “So you hang out with Pogues now?”
The shorter male scoffed and shook his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He brought the cup he was holding up to his lips to keep himself from spewing a harsh remark in return.
“I mean, if you’re just fucking her, it’s cool bro, do what you want. But you two sure did seem coupled up. You don’t want some Pogue slut ruining your reputation, Top-”
“Don’t talk about her like that, man,” Topper snapped, staring his friend in the eye. Rafe raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. Kelce stood awkwardly to the side, not wanting to include himself or pick sides between his friends.
“She’s not a slut and she’s not just some Pogue,” Topper continued to defend you, turning to look over his shoulder at you. He could tell your discussion with the Pogues was heated by the way you were talking with your hand and the clench of your jaw. “She’s a cool girl. She takes care of her shit and doesn’t let people’s opinions of her, change how she carries herself. Maybe if you actually got to know her instead of judging where she came from, you’d see that too,” he continued, looking at Rafe again.
The brunette Kook held his hands up defensively and muttered something like okay man, whatever. Topper turned to look at you once more, catching your gaze. You sent him a small smile and a single nod. He did the same. Despite how your friend’s felt from both sides, the two of you didn’t care. You were like two magnets being drawn together, a feeling neither of you had ever experienced before.
•
Your shift had just ended and walked out the doors to see the familiar Jeep parked out by the curb. You smiled and walked over, pulling the passenger side door open and climbing into the vehicle. Your hair had started to fall out of the ponytail you were wearing and you probably smelt of all the food you’d been handling all day. You rubbed a hand over your face tiredly and leant back in the seat.
Topper sat in the driver’s seat, taking a moment to stare at you before driving away. He had a small smile on his face when your eyes met. You let out a soft laugh and covered your face with your hand, mumbling, “What?”
The Kook shook his head, feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as he pulled the car away from the curb and started driving. You turned to look out the window and noticed he was taking you farther into Figure Eight instead of the usual way to your house.
“Where are we going?” you asked and turned to look at him again. The sun was setting and casting a beautiful glow over Topper’s face. His tan skin being illuminated by the orange light made his eyes impossibly bluer.
“My mom’s on the mainland for work so I figured we could hang at my place,” he responded, glancing over at you. “If that’s okay! I didn’t even ask.”
You hummed and nodded, eyes drifting back out to the houses flying by. You’d only been to Topper’s house one other time since you’d started hanging out. You knew what it looked like though. The Pogues liked to crash house parties often and his had been one of them many times.
You arrived at the large house fairly quickly and Topper let you inside. You kicked off your work shoes by the door and followed him up the staircase. He opened his bedroom door and walked in ahead of you, quickly picking up some of his discarded clothes and tossing them in his hamper in the corner. The room was very minimalistic and tidy, probably his mother’s doing.
You walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the sea foam green colored duvet. He wiped the palms of his hands on his shorts and turned to you. Your hands were clasped together in your lap as your eyes traveled around the room. You looked so tiny compared to the large mattress and he could tell you were a bit uncomfortable - not wanting to dirty his space.
“You can take a shower. I know you probably want to,” Topper suggested, walking across the room and opening the door to his attached bathroom.
“Oh I- uh, I don’t have any clothes.”
Topper waved his hand in dismissal and opened up the bottom drawer of his dresser. He pulled out a pair of old basket shorts and a t-shirt. He put them on the counter in the bathroom and turned to you with a raised brow.
“I guess I don’t have an excuse now, huh?” you chuckled and stood up, entering the large bathroom.
“If you need anything just gimme me a shout,” he told you with a smile before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door.
You turned on the shower and got it to the right temperature, taking off your clothes and slipping under the stream of water. You let out a content sigh and basked in the warmth for a minute. The water pressure was so much better than what you got on the South side.
You quickly washed your hair with some of his shampoo and shockingly, conditioner. Most boys wouldn’t have that product. His body wash was sandlewood scented and you used your hands to clean your sweaty skin. You took an extra minute to make sure you were rinsed completely before turning off the water.
You grabbed a towel and thoroughly dried your body before stepping out and slipping on Topper’s shorts. They were big on you but thankfully didn’t fall off your hips. You slipped his shirt over your head and smiled softly as his scent swirled around you. You skipped out on undergarments - considering you didn’t have fresh ones, but you were comfortable enough around the Thornton boy to go without.
You opened the door while towel drying your hair and found Topper sat against his headboard. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and one of his old Kook Academy t-shirts. He was scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a good movie to put on when his eyes traveled to you. His breath hitched at the sight of you in his clothes, wet hair dampening the maroon colored material.
It’s as if his eyes were glued to your body, frozen on the bed with the remote clasped tightly in his hands. You tossed the towel into Topper’s hamper and made your way to the bed. His gaze was still on you as you stopped at the end and you chuckled.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased, climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards the pillows.
“Don’t tempt me.”
You were still on your hands and knees when you looked to the tan boy. He was staring back at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were a darker, stormy blue. His eyes flickered between yours as he had an internal battle with himself. They drifted to your lips as you pulled your bottom one between your teeth.
“Can I kiss you?” Topper’s voice was softer now, eyes meeting yours once again.
“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied through a grin and shuffled closer to him.
The Kook’s hands dropped the remote, one finding the back of your neck and the other meeting your waist. Your lips met awkwardly at first, noses bumping. You pulled back with a soft laugh and tilted your head, leaning in slowly this time. The kiss was soft and tentative. Your lips moved together in synchronized motions.
Topper’s hands pulled you closer until you were sitting on his lap. The room was heating up by the second as your hands roamed the toned planes of his chest over his shirt. You tongue swiped at his lips while tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His large hands wrapped around your hips before sliding up and feeling at your waist.
You hadn’t realized you’d started to grind down against the Thornton boy until you shifted and made contact with his half hard cock. He gasped into your mouth and pulled away from your lips. His pupils were blown wide and his cheeks were pink. You looked something similar, lips swollen from the pressure of his against yours. He had grabbed onto your hips tightly and held them while his chest moved with his soft pants.
“Y/N..” Topper hesitated. He didn’t want you to feel like this is all he wanted. The two of you had spent so much time together, he felt so stupid to shut the idea of being with you down all those times just because you were a Pogue. You knew him better than his own mother at this point. You helped him get over Sarah and learn to love himself again - and in turn, start to fall in love with you. He didn’t want you to feel like his rebound or a fling. He wanted you; all of you.
Your read Topper’s thoughts through his eyes, feeling your heart swell. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks and bent down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Your mouth trailed down his jaw until your soft breath was at his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.
“I want you, Topper,” you whispered, a hint of desperation laced in your tone.
The sound of you saying those words alone had his cock fully erect. A low growl sounded in his chest when you ground your hips against him once again. He flipped the two of you, your head nestled in the pillows as he hovered over you. Your legs were bent at the knees at both sides of his hips and his pressed his length against your clothed heat. You mewled at the touch, fingers sliding into the frosted tips of his hair.
He dipped his head and attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks into your delicate skin. Your head tilted to him better access fingers tugging as his soft locks as he found your sweet spot. Topper groaned softly, one hand sliding under your - his - shirt. His thumb and pointer finger rolled your perked nipple, causing your back to arch.
“Stop teasing,” you whined as he lifted his head and smirked down at you.
“Patience, babygirl,” Topper muttered, pushing himself up onto his knees. He pulled his shirt off your body and hummed as he took in the sight of your exposed chest.
The obvious tent in sweatpants made your mouth water. You reached down and wrapped your hand around his clothed cock, palming him through the garnments. He let out a strangled groan as he twitched in your hand. He quickly ripped off his own shirt, giving you a chance to admire his muscular body as he worked on getting your shorts off.
Topper couldn’t hold back anymore. He’d been longing for this moment since he realized his feelings for Sarah had diminished. You’d been waiting for this moment since he apologized at the club. You’d always found him attractive and as the two of you got closer, your feelings for him only intensified.
“You’re already wet and I’ve barely started,” he breathed as he spread your legs open for him and admired your glistening pussy.
You bit your lip and tried to get Topper’s sweatpants down his legs but from your angle, it was almost impossible. You huffed in frustration and laid back against the pillows.
“Topper, I’ve been waiting for this for too long. Please, take your pants off and fuck me already.”
The Kook didn’t argue. He wanted nothing more than to lay down and devoure you of everything you had; make you cum repeatedly on his tongue. But with the way you were practically begging for his cock and dripping arousal on his duvet, he couldn’t wait to fuck you into next week.
He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free, not even bothering to take them off completely. He hooked one of your legs over his forearm and tapped the head of his length against your clit then dragged it through your folds to your entrance. The corners of his lips twitched up as your juices coated him. He guided himself inside of you slowly then put that hand on your hip.
A soft moan left your lips as Topper filled you up, sighing in relief when he bottom out and held your hips as close to him as he could. He had his jaw clenched, eyelids fluttering as your walls hugged him perfectly.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned softly as he began thrusting slowly. He’d pull back until the head of his cock was the only thing inside of you, then press the whole length of himself back into you.
You whimpered in response, displeased with his slow pace. Your hands traveled up the expanse of his abs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When you reached his pecks you dragged your nails back down.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Top, please. I need more,” you begged the gorgeous boy above you.
His eyes left where the two of your bodies met and locked on yours. They were cloudy with arousal and a smirk spread across his lips, replying, “As you wish, princess.”
Topper’s hips snapped forward as he started fucking you faster. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as well as your moans. The grip he had on your hip was bruising tight and his cock was brushing your g-spot with every thrust. He grunted as he moved your leg and put your ankle over his shoulder, bearing his weight on his free hand.
You brought your other leg around his hip, crying out as he started pounding against your g-spot now. The coil in your stomach was winding up fast. Topper felt your pussy clenching around him and he moaned.
“Gonna cum on my cock already, baby?” he asked, bringing his hand off of your hip to rub quick circles against your clit with his thumb. He watched your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as pornographic, sinful moans escaped you. “That’s it, cum for me, Y/N.”
Your legs shook as the euphoric orgasm wracked your body. Topper slowed his thrusts as you road out your high bending down and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You whined and arched into his mouth, nails scratching at his shoulder blades.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving your body cold and empty. You opened your eyes to see him shimmying out of his sweatpants and boxers. He was lazily stroking himself with one and the other grabbed your leg to turn you over.
“Hands and knees, babygirl,” he demanded, pulling your hips up once you were on your stomach.
You had barely gotten your knees situated before he was plunging his length back inside of you. You propped yourself on your elbows and gasped as he set a brutal pace, one hand pressing into your lower back on the spine. Watching your ass bounce with each of his thrusts had Topper in a daze. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your bottom half and his other hand came down on one of your asscheeks roughly, causing him to groan as he watched it shake.
At this angle you could feel him so much deeper than before. All of your senses were on overdrive after your first orgasm, now he was slamming against your g-spot at an ungodly pace. Your second orgasm was approaching faster and faster and you couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching right around him.
“Yes, fuck yes! Right there, Topper, don’t stop!” you moaned out, the side of your face pressed into the bed and muffling your voice slightly.
The Kook let out an animalistic moan, hands gripping tightly to your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. They were getting sloppy, but he tried to keep his pace the same, letting his head fall back as he felt his own release approaching.
“F-Fuck,” Topper groaned, squeezing onto your hips, “I’m gonna fill up this tight pussy, baby. Shit, I’m cumming.”
The two of you released almost at the same time, you reaching your second high just before him. A cry of his name left your lips as your juices coated his swelling cock. His hips stuttered as thick ropes of his cum filled you up. He slowed down, using your tight walls to milk himself as he chanted your name like a mantra.
You fell limp on the bed, causing Topper’s softening cock to slip out of you. He watched his cum slowly drip out of you, making a mess onto your abused cunt and his bed. He got up from the bed and went to his bathroom to grab a washcloth. He came back and gently cleaned you up then himself.
The Thornton boy helped maneuver you under his sheets, smiling at the dazed look in your eyes. He stripped the comforter off his bed and made a mental note to wash it in the morning before climbing under the sheets beside you.
He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head when you rested it on his chest. He brushed your hair off your shoulder and let his fingertips trace gentle patterns onto your bare skin. The silence didn’t bother either of you - just content being in each other’s embrace.
“Hey, Top?” you muttered sleepily into the golden skin of his chest. He hummed in response and you continued, “I really like you.”
Topper couldn’t hold back the grin that invaded his face, throwing his head back for a second in joy.
“Hey, Y/N?” he copied you, waiting for you to hum in response before he tilted your chin up. He planted a loving kiss against your lips then the tip of your nose and whispered, “I really like you too.”
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One Shots:
accepting flaws ✨☁️💦 slight (1k) summary: you are nervous for your first time with JJ. But you’re worried about him finally seeing you naked.
bad days ☁️ (1k) summary: your really bad day changes because of your sweet boyfriend.
forgiveness 🔥💦 (1.4k) summary: JJ messes up again, but he wants to make it up to you.
save me 🔥☁️ (1.1k) summary: you stop caring about your life. JJ comes in at the right time.
all the tension ✨🔥💦 📝 (3.4k) summary: you hate each other until you don’t.
party foul 🔥☁️ (1k) summary: you stir up trouble in disguise.
beach tears 🔥☁️ 💦 📝 (3k) summary: you find your way back to each other in more ways than one.
surf for the soul ☁️ 📝 (2.3k) summary: you attempt something new and need saving.
secrets & suds 🔥☁️📝 (2.3k) summary: jj is involved with a kook but hasn’t moved past hooking up, he gets in trouble for pope sinking the boat, and she decides to help out.
snow way ☁️📝 (1.2k) summary: you and jj finally have a date night and it happens to be christmas too.
what is perfect ☁️📝 (1.5k) summary: a random boy jumps in your car.
Series:
school is in session: masterlist ☁️🔥💦✅ (13.5k) summary: Your mom is moving you to the Outer Banks right before the start of your senior year of high school. You see a hot blond boy next door and begin your first day of school.
tiktok series: masterlist ☁️ 💦 summary: stand alone one shots of jj’s girlfriend doing tiktok trends on him
all my life (coming soon)
Blurbs:
i don’t care if you’re sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it ☁️📝
kisses that get interrupted ☁️📝
locked in a room, they hate each other 🔥📝
jealousy prompt ☁️📝
angst prompt 🔥📝
injured prompt ☁️📝
grabbing your hand prompt ✨☁️📝
One shots:
party eyes 💦✨(1.8k) summary: you and Topper are tired of staring from a distance and decide to actually do something about it.
right timing ☁️📝 (1k) summary: being in the right place at the right time can have its pay offs, like meeting a kind and helpful stranger.
curly Q’s ☁️✨ (750 words) summary: Topper plays with your hair during morning cuddle time.
nice things ☁️🔥📝 (1.3k) summary: Topper asks you to Midsummers, but you change your mind because you can’t afford a dress.
field of screams ☁️(1.8k) summary: triple date with the kook boys for halloween
Blurbs:
and that makes it okay?🔥📝
jealousy prompt ☁️📝
still thinking of you ☁️📝
staying with you when you’re sick ☁️📝
feels right ☁️ (1.4k) summary: your annual camping trip sleeping arrangement changes things.
Blurbs:
accidentally spraying yogurt on them ☁️📝
powerpuff girls ✨☁️ (1.3k) summary: you and your kook boys argue flirt over your costumes.
Blurbs:
kisses with happy tears ☁️📝
silver lining ☁️📝 (1.5k) summary: It's a day on set and you haven't been feeling good you pass out mid filming, and it turns out to be serious
Hey guys! I might do cute little side stories every few chapters so show the guys POV’s. They will be like mini chapters! Also I made a new form for my tag list specifically for this series. Fill it out here.
Make sure to read Chapter 2 first!
Pairing: Topper x OC and Rafe x OC
Summary: Part of Chapter Two from Topper’s POV.
Word Count: 1.2K
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Topper’s POV
I sighed as I pulled my chin up over the bar. I couldn’t contain my anger as the adrenaline ran through me. How could my mom think that I did it? I hopped down from the bar and grabbed my water bottle as I told the guys that it was always my fault.
“She just wants me to be this little robot, that just checks her boxes,” I said as I opened up the water bottle. “You know what I mean? SAT prep? Oh, check. Serving food at the shelter? Check. I mean, I literally do everything she wants, and I'm sick of it.”
I watched as Rafe and Kelse continued to lift as they talked to me. We all knew who sunk my boat, but it isn’t like we had definite proof. I felt my blood boil thinking about how if Rafe hadn’t messed with Pope at the golf course, I would still have a boat. I remember how he specifically sent Aurora away so he could go mess with him. The whole act that he was this perfect guy to impress her made my nose wrinkle. You shouldn’t have to deceive the ones you care about and that’s why I like Sarah. She told me how she felt and I still felt guilty for how I reacted that night at the party.
“I didn't sink the boat. Pope did,” Rafe said, after giving me a lecture about how he wasn't the enemy. “And you need to force him to take some personal responsibility, bro.”
He looked at me for a second. I could see what he was doing. Just like everyone else, I was a pawn to him. He was using my anger to get back at the pogues for some unknown reason. I watched his eyes as he manipulated me into doing his bidding.
“Bro, he sank the boat, all right? That shit can't stand,” he said with a smirk. “So what are you gonna do about it?”
I found myself in my jeep with Rafe, staked out in front of Heyward’s shop. We watched as Pope made eye contact with us. He was squirming under the pressure. I watched as he fled, definitely with a guilty conscience. I sighed and thought about my own guilty conscience.
“Hey, let’s go,” I said, shifting the car back into drive. I heard him protest as we drove off. I told him I had to take care of something, but I would see him at the movie later. He just stared at me and laughed.
“You know Sarah’s not around today right?” he asked with a snicker. I rolled my eyes as he brought Sarah into the equation.
“It’s about Aurora,” I said, just to piss him off. I knew the moment that I walked in on them this morning that she was special to him. I watched as his whole body tensed at the mention of her name. “I was a bit mean to her today, so I need to go apologize.”
“What’d you do?” he asked. His voice was tense as he spoke. We pulled up to his house and I told him not to worry about it. He glanced at me for a second and got out, telling me that he’d see me later. I smiled to myself, knowing that I could get under his skin the way he got under mine.
I drove home and walked into the house, grabbing a cookie from the table. It was this caramel apple, oatmeal cookie and it was delicious. I frown at the thought of Aurora. I should really go over and apologize. I should explain that I get upset sometimes and say things that I don’t mean. I put the rest of the cookies into a ziplock bag and washed the plate off. It was the perfect excuse to go over there.
I knocked on their door, plate in hand. I could feel my nerves acting out as the door began to open. I rubbed the back of my neck and watched as her face came into view. I watched as she shrunk down when she saw me. Her shoulders sank a little bit and she looked down at her feet.
“Hey, I brought your plate back,” I said. My voice must’ve been pretty shaky. She glanced up at me and took the plate back. “The cookies were really good.”
“Thanks,” she said. She forced a small smile onto her face as she spoke. “I’m glad you enjoyed them…”
I watched as she reached for the door. I had to apologize yet. In a panic, I quickly put my hand on the door, stopping her from closing it. She looked at me with a look of shock. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, regretting the aggressive reaction. I should’ve just said something. I asked her if we could talk and for a moment she just stared at me. Then she nodded.
We sat on the edge of my dock, sitting in silence. I glanced over at her and tried to find the right way to say I’m sorry. The golden rays of the sun reflected off her light brown hair and lit up the side of her face. I could see why Rafe liked her already.
“I’m sorry,” I said. She looked at me with a small and kind of sad smile. She told me it was fine, but I didn’t believe her. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You were just trying to help.”
She told me it was fine and added a small laugh this time. Something told me that she didn’t want me to worry about it. I smiled a little bit, knowing that she would probably be good for Rafe. The constant reassurances would really be good for him. She looked at me and told me that I shouldn’t keep doing that to myself. I stared at her confused. She told me that I shouldn’t expect perfection. She told me that it gets to be draining. I stared at the sad expression on her face and it made my heart sink a little.
“Hey Aurora?” I asked. I knew that I should change the subject. “What do you want to do after this? After high school?”
“I’ll probably go to college and major in Environmental Sustainability or Journalism. Then, join the peace coup like my parents. You know, save the world and stuff. How about you?” she said. Her answer was the rehearsed version and I could tell that from a mile away. That isn’t what she really wanted.
“I’ll go to college in Chapel Hill, just like my mom,” I muttered. “I’ll get a solid job and move back to the Figure Eight.”
She told me that she thought we were talking about dreams. I smirked, knowingly. I got up and told her that it was a two way street. I told her that she wouldn’t know until she was honest with me about her wants and dreams. I helped her up and she smiled at me, knowing that this was the start of friendship. She told me that she should head in since she had plans with Rafe tomorrow. I nodded as she said goodbye.
“Night Bottom,” she said with a genuine smile.
“Night Rory.”
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Summary: The Kook Prince is always just a phone call away...
Warnings: swearing and kinda angsty???
WC: 1,170
Topper had just shifted his car into park when you called. You were in hysterics and he couldn't understand much of what you were trying to tell him, but "pick me up, please" rang clear. He could decipher those four words through anything. Calling Topper was almost a daily occurrence. You would always get into a fight with your parents right in the middle of dinner. The fights were all over the place and the screaming matches could be over a certain clothing item or how you were squandering the family lineage, but it always ended the same with you on the phone asking to be picked up. Nevertheless, Topper was happy to do so and never missed a call. He knew how rocky your relationship with your parents was, especially now with you beginning university. He also knew that these fights are only half-lived and your mother or father would be calling you hours later to apologize and begging for you to come back home.
As always, you were already storming towards his car before he could even park the damn thing. Even though you were crying there was still a fire blazing behind your eyes. You could burn down the whole island with one look. It was one of those things he could never quite get used to and it always takes his breath away. You slam the car door closed and let out a sniffly “Sorry” as you quickly put on the seatbelt per Topper’s request. Your mother stood on the patio with her arms crossed proudly across her chest as she watched disapprovingly as you got in the car. In your last spit of rage, you rolled down the car window and shouted, "Fuck you and fuck this family!" as Topper followed the circular path of your drive away. You didn’t bother looking back at her, but you were instantly riddled with guilt and mumbled “fuck, I shouldn’t have said that”.
Topper knew better than to ask what happened this time. If he asked too soon you would just revert into a bumbling mess of incoherent words and tears. It was something you were always grateful for and he didn't mind the wait because he knew you would tell him when you were ready. Usually, with the time that it takes him to drive to your shared safe spot, you would be ready to dish it out. The safe spot was a cliff that loomed over the water that surrounded the obx. You and Topper discovered it eons ago when the both of you were still in middle school. Y/N + Topper, encased in a heart, were practically etched into every tree leading to your preferred spot. It was a great place to escape claustrophobic parents. The crashing of the waves below coupled with the soothing ocean breeze dissipated all your worries back home, but it wouldn't be possible without each other.
You stare broodingly out the window at the blurry scenery. The anger and sadness that boiled rapidly in your veins slowly brought itself down to a simmer as you watched the foliage become familiar with memories. Memories of zig-zagging through the forest, comforting each other on the cliff, secrets hushed by the crashing waves below, and unrestrained love for each other.
You trudged slowly behind Topper as he made his way through the small thicket of trees. The fiery anger inside you had smothered and its smokey sadness now engulfed you. As soon as you arrived you tossed yourself onto the luscious grass and rolled over onto your back. Topper followed suit sitting down next to you with his feet toward the water. The grass tickled the small of your back, thighs, and calves as a sort of hello. You crossed your arms over your face as you just needed a little more time to make sure you wouldn't turn into a blubbering mess. Once you controlled your thoughts and breathing you sat up.
"I'm sorry" You looked up at him and gave him a small apologetic smile. It's the least you could say or do for always dragging him along. He just shook his head. He knows you know that he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but it was always the same with you.
"Are you okay?" He wiped the remnants of tears off your cheek.
"No" you huffed, leaning into his touch "I just can't believe them sometimes". You could feel the lump climbing back into your throat but you still pushed through. "Y'know Cale, ivy league football guy?" He simply nodded as you averted your gaze to your hand as they pulled at the grass.
"Well, he's been trying to ask me out, but I don't like him 'cus he's a fucking huge dick y'know, but my mom was like 'just go for it what other guy would try this hard for you?'" You were getting more upset by the second as you recounted the events but you still continued. "And like why do I have to settle for a guy I don’t even like just because he’s giving me attention? I just really don't want anything to do with him, but my mom already set up a meeting thing with his parents, and I--" you were cut off by an avalanche of tears. Topper wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards his chest. As you tucked your head into his arm, he gave you a warm kiss on the back of your neck.
"Well, tell them you already have a boyfriend?" He boasted confidently. "And who would that be?" You sniffled, untucking your head to look at him.
"Well... Me, duh" He felt as if he was stating the obvious. "Tops" you began with a sigh, "I don't want you to pity date me" you whined, fed up with the whole ordeal.
"I won't be"
"What?" His words made you shift in his lap so that now you were straddling him.
"I want to be your boyfri--" you cut him off when you grabbed his face and brought him closer for inspection. Your search for an inkling of a shitty joke or dare, but you found nothing except a very confused boy.
"Is that a problem?"
“No, no, it’s just--” you drop your hands to your sides and just look at him. The overwhelming feeling of having him like you back, especially in the degree of having him want to be your boyfriend got the better of you causing you to spring forward and hug him. The force knocks him from his sitting position onto his back. He gladly wrapped his arms tightly around you.
“So… Is that a yes?” He chuckled. You sit up slightly, hands holding his face in place as you sprinkle kisses randomly upon his features in gratitude. You halted your movements and pulled away to get a good look at him. His cool eyes stare at you in awe as you confirm his assumption with one last kiss on his soft lips.
